Falling for the Killer

“Let’s get out of here,” Gian said suddenly.

I blinked at him then shook my head. “I can’t do that,” I said. “My parents are both here and I’m supposed to make an appearance. I think they want to tell people about this thing with Stuart and—”

He shook his head and leaned closer to me, and I stopped talking when I smelled his cologne, musky and subtle. “You’ll have your whole life to do whatever the fuck your family says,” he whispered, and moved nearer, his lips brushing past my cheek. I sat frozen, unable to do much more than blink and breathe as my heart felt like it might burst up my throat. “Let’s get out of here for a little while. Live while you can.”

I reached up and put my hand on his chest to push him away, like I had with Stuart. Instead of shoving, I left my palm against his muscles. He didn’t try to grab my wrist, and I didn’t pull away.

Maybe it was the wine. Maybe it was my anger toward Stuart. Or maybe it was the whole situation, my entire life prescribed and planned and scheduled down to every single little detail including the man that I’d marry. I could see it already: how many children I’d have, what I’d name them, their schools, their friends, my future. It was already written for me, and all I had to do was keep moving forward, and it would all come true. I’d barely live, and then I’d die.

Maybe it was that this might be my last chance for freedom before I gave in and did what my family wanted.

“Where do you want to go?” I asked.

He pulled away, smiling, and offered me his hand. There was a question in his eye, like it was up to me, like he wouldn’t force this. I reached out and his rough, callused fingers closed around mine, and he pulled me from the bar.

I floated like in a dream. I didn’t care who saw me slip through a side door with this total stranger. He took me down a back hall, past waiters and waitresses in black shirts and pants, some typing on their phones, all of them ignoring us. We reached an elevator and took it up, and I stood close to him, and when he tipped my chin closer to kiss me, I didn’t pull away.

He tasted like whiskey and smoke and fallen leaves. His tongue left me breathless and tingling when the elevator doors opened again and he led me out, down a series of plain hotel hallways, and finally in through a glass door that opened into a large, empty atrium.

The windows at the far end overlooked the city. I hadn’t realized how high up we’d gone, but I could see the whole city, all of it. I drifted over toward them, ignoring the generic furniture. I figured this was a lounge, though it was closed, the chairs up on top of the tables.

I heard a click behind me. Gian stood near the door, his fingers on the lock, and he tilted his head.

I backed up until I pressed against the windows. He came toward me slowly. He took off his jacket and draped it over a chair, then rolled up his sleeves. Tattoos covered his arms. He took off his skinny tie and tossed it onto the floor, and unbuttoned the top button of his shirt, then the second, then the third. He stopped in front of me and his fingers traced the line of my hip, up along my breast, to my lips.

I opened my mouth and let his finger touch my tongue.

Then his hand was in my hair and he kissed me. His other hand gripped the hem of my dress and I thought I was going insane, letting this happen.

“What did you say you did for a living again?” I asked, suppressing the moan that came to my lips as his fingers found the soaking wet panties between my legs. God, I was happy I wore cute underwear for once.

“I didn’t say,” he said, kissing my neck.

“But what, exactly?”

“Does it matter?” His fingers slid my panties aside and slipped up along my soaking wet spot. I bit my lip to stop from making noise. “It seems like you don’t much care what I do.”

“I’m curious,” I said, and moaned a bit, then held it back. A lady didn’t make noises like that. A lady controlled herself at all times.

“I’ll tell you,” he said, his lips brushing mine as his callused fingers made incredible, gorgeous circles around my clit. “But you have to come for me first.”

I almost melted right then. His fingers kept moving and he bit my bottom lip, then the strap of my dress slipped off my shoulder, and the top of my dress came down as he kissed my breasts, and his belt came off, then I had the thickest, longest cock I’d ever seen in both my hands. He made animal sounds, growling, grunting, the sexiest noises I’d ever heard, and even as my pleasure mounted, surreal and incredible and too intense, I kept control, I had to keep control.