Page 37 of Locke

As I reached the hallway that held the bathrooms, I pushed my skirt down to straighten out the wrinkles, hoping to regain a sense of composure. The dimly lit hallway felt eerie, casting long shadows that seemed to dance ominously on the walls. The air was heavy with an unsettling stillness, and a sense of unease washed over me.

In the darkness, I couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched, causing the hair on the back of my neck to stand straight up. A sudden gust of cold air sent shivers down my spine, as if invisible hands were wrapping themselves around my breasts, tightening the grip on my chest. Goosebumps formed on my arms, and a primal instinct urged me to flee from the mysterious presence that seemed to lurk in the shadows.

My breath caught when my hand wrapped around the doorknob and the heat of a body enveloped me. My hand reached back, an instinct to grab the assailant and switch from defense to offense. But, they were quick as lightning, faster than I have ever encountered. They pulled my hands behind me with one of their hands, their hips pushed into my ass and I felt a very large, prominent erection digging into me.

I gasped, but I didn’t scream. Not when the sense of wilderness, untamed nature and raw masculinity invaded my senses. The arm snaked up between my breasts and their hand wrapped around my neck. The hand was thick and muscular, and instantly I felt my body wanting to surrender to the dominating aura pressing me to the door.

What. The. Hell.

I blinked several times, trying to regain my composure. I tried again to turn around to see who had me pinned against the door, but his grip tightened, stopping me in my tracks.

I moaned and there was a sense of familiarity in this body, this heat. I continued to struggle and I heard a low, reverberating chuckle in his throat.

I froze, my heart pounding in my chest as I struggled to find my voice. “W-who are you?”

He said nothing, but kept me pinned against the door. He prevented me from seeing what he was doing, but I could feel it. His head dipped and his teeth pulled at my top so my shoulder was bare. The heat from his breath traveled between my cleavage and I let out a whimper.

Oh no.Do not submit.

He breathed heavily, his lips pressed against my neck and trailed down my shoulder.

“Oh, oh, what are you doing?” I pressed my thighs together.

Because, God, I was going to come just from him kissing my shoulder. Why was I that desperate?What was wrong with me?

My underwear was soaked, I could feel my heartbeat in my clit, all because a stranger had me pinned against the bathroom door.

The Iron Fang was supposed to be a safe place, but was it safe? They had a perv back in the bathroom area rubbing up against me!

But, you want it, Emmie. You want this faceless man to keep up with these ministrations; you are just too chicken to admit it.

Did that bother me, right now? Obviously not, because I had one needy pussy and I let intuition go out the window. The tension in my body released, and I let him pin me against the wall further without fight. With his cock nestled between my ass cheeks, he let go of my wrists and used his hand to cup my breast.

I whined, needily.

My breath hitched as I felt his rough fingers tweak my nipple, sending shockwaves of desire coursing through my body. My eyes searched the darkness, trying to determine the identity of this mysterious man. His body was muscular and powerful, with muscles that rippled beneath his clothes. A faint scent of smoke and sweat hung in the air, adding to the allure of this forbidden encounter.

I’ve had my share of companions over the years, but I haven’t had one this muscular before. Few men want a woman as extra as me.

As his lips traced the line of my jaw, down to the sensitive spot below my ear, I panicked. What was I doing? I was risking everything, including my safety, for this fleeting moment of sexual hunger. But the pleasure I was experiencing was too intense to resist.

His hand trailed from my breast and across my soft stomach, but before he reached that sacred space his hand disappeared. The warmth of his body, his lips from my shoulder—all gone.

I turned, hoping to see him still standing there, but there was nothing. Just me, in an empty hallway and with an extremely upset vagina.

I turned to the wall and balled my fist, punching the thin wall. I left a hole there and let out a menacing growl.

What the hell did I just let happen?

This wasn’t me, not me at all! I let someone grope me, and I freaking liked it. I, at least, know the face, know the person before I let anyone ever touch me. But, the touch, and the fire they had in their fingers. It was like he knew what I liked, even knew who I was.

I don’t know if I found that disturbing or a turn-on.

I snarled and kicked the door in to use the restroom. First, I gazed into the mirror and wrapped my hand around my neck. There were no bruises, no marks showing that they wereever there. I was almost disappointed. But I think I was more disappointed that I didn’t know who the hell that was.

Because if I knew who he was, I would go find him and tell him to meet me out back and get a real party started.

Hmm, does he want that? For me to find him?

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