Colter makes his way over to me, dropping a folder on the desk as he passes by. He gets so close, I feel his knees brush against my shoulder. He shoves a hand into the pocket on his gray sweats, and my eyes follow. They don’t stay with it long, however, as I catch a glimpse of the pulsing tent in the front of his pants.
He drops a set of keys onto the floor next to me, and in my rush to retrieve them, my forehead slams against the thick length that’s poking out of his pants.
Fuck, as if this wasn’t embarrassing enough.
Colter groans, but gestures for me to continue with the chest.
I slide the key into place, and the lock disengages with a loud, tiredthunk. I lift the top, anxiously to start with, but eagerly to find out what’s inside. Once it is open, I’m shocked to find there isn’t anything remotely devious about its contents.
Or rather, there doesn’t appear to be at first glance.
I see a neatly folded dress with a locket on top of it in one corner. The other corner holds an open jewelry box, with nothing inside.
“I’m confused,” I say out loud, really wishing I’d kept it inside.
“They belonged to my mother,” he says. “The only items my father let me keep of her.”
“Oh, I… I’m sorry.” I look up at Colter, who doesn’t take his eyes off the dress and locket.
“Now, you’ve gotten what you came for. Is there anything else?”
“You aren’t upset?” I ask.
“Hmm,” the sound rumbles from his chest. “It doesn’t matter, but you do understand that I can’t let this go unpunished, don’t you?” He extends a hand to help me up.
I take it.
“Punishment? You’re kidding, right?” I scoff, taking his lack of response to my question as a good thing.
I shouldn’t have.
“Deathly serious, I’m afraid,” he replies.
Colter’s grip tightens around my hand, and he walks me over to the bed, still holding it. My rapid heartbeat and short breaths, in anticipation of whatever he’s got in mind, leave me lightheaded by the time we reach it.
“Let this be a warning, Lilith, about how curiosity killed the cat.”
“What? Stop thi—”
In one swift motion, Colter lets go of my wrist, and pushes me forward onto the mattress. I flop onto my belly, but he’s right behind, grabbing my hips and pulling back until I’m kneeling on all fours.
“What the fuck?” I turn my head over one shoulder to look at him, but Colter’s in a world of his own. He’s focused solely on delivering mypunishment, no matter the cost.
He slides the tips of his fingers down my waistline, between it and my panties. Trying to crawl away only plays into his hand, as my pants drop lower over my ass.
Oh fuck.
Do I enjoy this?
Do I hate this?
I can hear my heartbeat pounding in my ears, but not for the reason I thought it would.
“Don’t you know rifling through other people’s belongings is wrong?” he asks, placing a hand on my cheek. The only thing between him and my skin is a thin piece of cotton.
He keeps the other hand on my hip as a way to keep me locked in place.
“Colter, stop. You’ve made your poi—”
