I even missed calls from Maksim in my indulgence, never wanting to take a break and go back to reality.
I’ve been awake for the last hour, sitting here by the window smoking my cigar and answering messages while I watch her sleep. I haven’t opened this window since she’s been here. Like the door, it was locked.
It feels like a metaphor for me because I’ve been locked down for the last nine years and this woman has unlocked me.
Unlocked and enticed me to play with fire. The days have gone by and with each one that passes, and nothing happens, it feels like the calm before war.
War is certainly what will come if I keep her.
I’m not afraid of a war.
What scares me is the effect she has on me.
She’s been in my presence now for six days. Not long, but enough.
The sun rose with Ilya’s warning to be careful. If I’m not this woman will do more than screw with me. She’s given me an appetite I’m addicted to and I know what addictions can do. There comes a point where you get jacked in so deep you burn out and lose control.
I take a draw on my cigar and release the smoke slowly through the window. I lean forward when Olivia rolls on to her side.
What I see next gets me hard all over again.
Her dainty hand slides over to my side of the bed and her fingers work like she’s reaching, reaching for me.
I straighten up as her eyes flutter open and it seems like she realized what she was doing in her sleep.
Or maybe she wasn’t really sleeping.
She looks outside the glass wall at the bright morning sunlight and when her gaze settles on me, she pulls the sheets to cover her breasts. As if I didn’t explore every inch of her body last night.
She sits up resuming that terrified look. Most likely uncertain of what I’m going to be like today now that a new day has dawned, and the fog of sexual haze should be gone.
But that’s the problem. It’s not gone.
“If you want me, you’ll have to come over here,” I state, tapping the end of my cigar on the edge of the ashtray.
I stare at her, never leaving her eyes. I could go over there and fuck her the way I did last night, but this is a test I shouldn’t be giving her.
I’m pushing the fucking limits the way a cat does with a mouse when it plays with it. Both know what’s going to happen in the game. That’s what’s happening to us now.
Me and her.
The captor and the captive.
Like darkness and light.
She won’t find another soul darker than mine and that’s not because I’m a bad man she should stay away from.
It’s because darkness is all that exists in me. Hell claimed me a long time ago, so she should listen to whatever instinct is telling her to stay where she is.
She should listen and stay the fuck away from me, and I shouldn’t entertain this.
But… as she takes one step off the bed and her feet connect with the floor, I know we both know something in the air between us has changed.
As the sheet falls from her body I’m graced with the perfect naked vision of her walking toward me with her fully rounded breasts bobbling. Her hair is wild, and her expression cautious but determined like the woman I met on that first night.
I set down my cigar and shove my boxers down my legs not caring if she wants me because she wants her freedom or has some ulterior motive.
I don’t give a fuck.