Page 25 of Inferno

She taps on her lips with her pointy nails.

“Come with me?” she offers.

A playful grin stretches across her face as she holds out her open palm to me.

The second I slide my hand in hers, the air around me crackles, and a bolt of something sharp shoots up my arm, to the point I almost flinch.

She feels it too. She frowns and looks down at our interlocked fingers.

I let her lead the way, sneaking a view of her ass as she walks.

“You fight, I take it? Martial arts of some kind?”

“Umm. A mixture of a few.”

I have visions of her snaking herself around me and taking me down to have her wicked way with me.

She pushes open the doors to reception and then takes the first door on the right.

The aromatic smell of chlorine almost makes me cough.

As we get to the second set, she stops, spins to face me, and pushes on my chest so my back hits against the wall.

Her nails drag down my abs and I let out a groan.

I lean down and hover my lips over hers.

I’ve never wanted to kiss a woman so badly in my life.

She brushes her nose along my stubble and her warm breath beats against my ear.

“Have fun in the Jacuzzi. You’ll get nice and warm and absolutely soaking in there. Should fix you up nice.”

I blink a few times. A chuckle escapes me, a soft, rumbling sound that feels good in my chest.

As she brushes her hair away from her shoulder, a sharp intake of breath escapes her lips when I gently lick her earlobe.

“I know for a fact what I actually want is soaking for me. I can smell your desire from here.”

“We can’t always get what we want in life, pretty boy.” She smacks my ass, making me jump, and steps back.

Adjusting myself in my shorts, I pin her against the wall. My fingers snake around her throat, and her eyes go wide.

Yet she smiles. A deadly grin.

“What’s your name, sweetheart?”

“Why? You need it to add to the list of women who have rejected you?”

I tighten my grip.

“You would be the only one on that list.”

Her fingers delicately trail up my chest, and then she grabs my throat. Putting just the right amount of pressure on each side.

Pressing my nose against hers, we stare into each other’s eyes.

“I can feel your heart racing, pretty boy. Rejection turns you on?”

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