Page 10 of Silver Fox Puck

But I don’t back down. I tilt my head, studying him.

" And what happens when the patience runs out?"

A slow smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. His head tilts slightly, like he’s considering his answer. Then he exhales, low and deliberate.

"Then I stop holding back."

My fingers twitch at my sides.

Because I believe him.

I believe that every ounce of restraint in his body right now is intentional.

And I believe that, when it finally snaps it’s going to ruin me in the best possible way.

The elevator dings. The doors slide open. And he turns, steps out, and then waits.

For me. For my choice. For the final, silent moment before everything changes. And I don’t hesitate.

My legs are already moving. I already know what I want.

I step out and follow him down the hall—toward a night that I know will change everything.

The hallway stretches long, every step pulling the tension and anticipation tighter. My heels thud softly against the carpet, and his steps fall beside mine, steady, certain. The air between us crackles, heavy with everything we’re about to do.

We stop at his door. My pulse drums beneath my skin—

Not from nerves.

Not from second thoughts.

Just pure, unfiltered anticipation.

The lock clicks open. The door swings inward.

A sleek suite opens up in front of me—dims lights and the warm glow of city lights bleeding through the window.

I step inside first.

He lingers in the doorway, his hand still on the frame, watching me.

I turn back to face him. Hold his gaze. He steps inside and shuts the door. Something in him escalates. Something in both of us does. Because now, there’s nothing between us.

No open doors.

No escape routes.

Just this.

Just us.

He steps closer. Then closer again.

Deliberate. Controlled.

Savoring the moment before he finally ruins me.

And God, I want to be ruined.

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