That Which Destroys Me by Kimber S. Dawn Page B

absurdity! If she had any… ANY goddamn idea how close I came to abducting her sexy ass last night, ‘You’ll make it,’ would not be her choice of words.
    NO! No. Do not ask me if I returned like a stalker last night and watched her building. And no. Don’t ask if I checked and in return found her building’s door, locks and security being so inadequate, I actually *coughs* pushed the process of acquiring said real estate.
    Hey. Don’t judge me.
    I stop the Lotus in the valet line, pull the emergency break up, and step from my car, tossing the keys to the valet guy before I rush over to open Stella’s door.
    “I’m going to go out on a limb here…You like Italian food?” She laughs while looping her arm in my crooked elbow.
    “Yes, I guess you can say that.” I chuckle leading her through the stained glass doors to Antonino’s Italiano Cuisine.
    Stella and I are sat in a secluded area I reserved for us last Monday. I immediately spew our order in Italian to the waiter to get it over with and supply us with some privacy for the inquisition I have planned for Ms. Reese.
    “What in God’s name did you just order?” Her giggle sounds like music to my ears - which is quite odd because I hate it when women giggle. I’ve always found it irritating and childish. That’s not the case with Stella, though.
    I lean towards her until my mouth is next to her ear, “I promise you’ll enjoy it, my Stella.” I whisper before sucking her earlobe into my mouth and grazing it with my teeth, causing her to shudder.
    “I thought about a lot of things last night after I dropped you off.  Mostly thoughts based on you. More specifically: where, when, and how I will acquire you. Do you understand?”
    After she ducks her head I watch a faint blush creep up from the low neckline of her dress and over the top swells of her breasts. HARD. My cock is hard enough to drive nails because of that blush.
    “I thought a lot about you as well, Wesley. More than I am willing to confess. However, I can say that I’m certain whatever is happening between us, I like and I’m ready to see where it’s going.” I witness her determination as she gathers and pulls it up around her like a cloak. “To answer your question, yes, Wesley, I understand.”
    Good girl.
    Have I mentioned I find it downright appalling and annoying as fuck when my questions are not directly answered? If not, then you’ve been duly noted.
    “I want you to stay the night with me, Stella. I want to begin this…” I motion between us before settling my hand on her bare thigh just below her skirt, “…Us, tonight. I will push so hard that you are going to want to both run to me and away from me. I’m going to twist your emotions and mind into nothing more than a cluster-fuck. If you are able to withstand my diabolical methods, if you remain a good girl and please me without pissing me off too many times, then after I fuck your mind, I’m going to fuck you—past the brink of insanity, exactly where you’ve left me waiting since I first laid eyes on you. Understood?”
    She nods emphatically, “Yes. I do, I understand.”
    My hand tightens on her thigh. As my other arm slides around her waist and pulls her to me, my mouth slants over hers.
    Our tongues war between our teeth biting and licking one another’s mouths. I swallow her moans and mewls. When her hand moves over my raging hard on and squeezes, I feel pre-cum leak from the tip of my cock and it causes me to jerk back, looking from her swollen, pouty red lips to her ever changing hazel eyes.
    My thumb pad swipes the corner of her mouth and with my other hand, I remove hers from my cock before I tsk her, “No. That is not acceptable, Ms. Reese. You. Do. Not. Touch. Only when I tell you, are you allowed to touch. Understood?”
    “Yes.” Her tongue sweeps over her lips before she looks anxiously down at her clenched hands in her lap.
    “Good.” My fingertips pull her chin up until our eyes meet.