Page 34 of Gluttony

I shake my head and wave my wrist over the scanner and the doors slide closed with a light ping—my watch holds the chip because I was always losing the fucking thing.

In this enclosed space, trapped and alone with me, Bowie looks hotter than ever. She’s the forbidden fruit I want to sink my teeth into. I could take her right here and now, fuck her into oblivion and make her see stars before tying her to my bed so she’s helpless and at my mercy, but it’s too easy. There’s no chase, and I like to take the time to catch my prey first, rather than use the convenience of an elevator ride.

I don’t answer her question, but I am staring directly into her soul. The way she’s glaring back excites me because her eye contact is strong. She’s not shying away, she’s not wilting, if anything, she’s hiding her hunger for more as much as I am.

The elevator pings and the doors glide open, but the stare-off doesn’t end yet. Then the doors begin to close after I don’t know how long, which finally makes her move. A little panic flashes through her eyes right before she looks away and steps out with me hot on her heels.

“Why are you always so intense?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Rushing forward, I kick my foot out and trip Bowie, making her stumble, but before she hits the floor, I grab her around the waist and bring her back to fully standing.

“This! This is what I’m talking about.” Her lips are pursed, her green eyes are narrowed, but she doesn’t struggle to break free of my hold.

I like the feel of her in my arms. If I squeezed too hard, all of her bones would break with a quick snap.

“You fell for me, Little Rabbit. What was I to do but catch you?”

“You tripped me and used it as an excuse. Are we going to stand here all day or are you going to let me into your apartment?”

Clever Rabbit.

Lifting her with one arm, I wave my other wrist over the scanner for the door and quickly bring her inside. Again, she doesn’t struggle. Accepting her fate.

I want her to struggle a little, though.

I don’t think I like this compliant thing.

It’s boring.

Sighing heavily, I let her go. She essentially does fall to the floor this time, with a nice little thud and a squeal.

“Such a dick.”

“What was that about my dick?” I grip her by the back of the head, scrunching her luscious red locks between my fingers, and tilt her head up from where she’s still kneeling. “I’d let you suck it but my balls are so fucking blue I’d blow my load in seconds.” Winking, I release my grip and walk toward the kitchen, leaving her by the entrance. “Make sure the door’s closed, will ya?”

There’s some muffled mumbling before the sound of the door slamming makes me smile, then I hear theclip clapof her heels against the hardwood floor as she makes her way to me.

“Is Orion here? I can take a look aroun—”

“No, and no.” Opening the fridge, I take out the strawberry sauce before pulling open a drawer and grinning when I see the sellotape—AKA Scotch tape. This’ll do nicely.

“Okay. Can I use your bathroom?”

She specifically came here to see Orion, yet she’s not bothered that she’s wasted a journey.

“No. But you can take that little power-skirt off and bend over the island.” Slamming both the fridge and drawer closed, I turn to stare at her, my brows raised in a challenge.

“What?” Instead of looking horrified, her pale skin has a beautiful pink hue and her pupils are already blown with lust.

“Skirt off. Bend over. Hold the taps.”

Her cute little nose scrunches up in confusion. “Hold the what now?”

Americans…

Chuckling, I point to the taps in question. “Hold on to the faucet.” That is conveniently placed in the middle of our kitchen island worktop and will make her strain just enough that it doesn’t hurt.

There’s another stare-off happening, only this time I can practically see her mind trying to work out if this is a good idea or not.

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