In the low light streaming in from the large windows, his large form stepped inside my office. Dressed in black from head to toe, his hood was pulled up over his head so I couldn’t see even his hair. He was at least six feet tall, but he didn’t look overly bulky like the men in the books I listened to.He looked like a normal guy, but the hood and all black got me. Not to mention the uncertainty of the situation itself, and his presence in my office.
He looked around, uttering a curse under his breath at finding the room empty and then stiffened when I spoke. When he turned, the movement played in slow motion, and my breath caught. The open space of the hood was pitch black in the darkness, the light from the city streaming in from behind him. We stared at each other for a long moment, and he commanded the air flowing between us.
Doubt began to creep into my chest like I was in a horror movie as we stood in a standoff. Was this my equivalent of people yelling at the TV screen for the main character to not go in the room where the killer was?
This had to be Ryan. Without the call, maybe I would have acted differently and treated this as a real threat, but deep down I knew it wasn’t.
My gaze dropped from the gaping black hole that was this person’s face to the gloved fists at his sides. Liquid fire lit me from the inside out as I thought of those gloves running over my skin, caressing me in places that hadn’t been touched by another person in years. My body pulsed with need for the stranger in front of me. Even though it was Ryan, he was still technically a stranger despite having already made me come multiple times.
The man moved toward me, and I backed up into the hallway. Each step he took, I mirrored, until I was pressed against the wall, my chest heaving. He stopped an inch in front of my face, and I still couldn’t see into his hood. When he tilted his head to the side, I nearly lost my shit. It was both terrifying and hot as fuck at the same time.
When he brought his glove up next to my face, I squeezed my eyes shut on instinct, bracing for an impact. My body wassimultaneously telling me to run and to stay to see what he had in store for me. A leather-clad fingertip trailed down my face from my temple to my exposed collarbone, leaving a path of goosebumps in its wake. I opened my eyes to see his head still slanted and looked down at his finger smoothing back and forth.
I glanced back up into the dark expanse as he brought his hand to cup my cheek and I reveled in the cold leather pressed against my skin, my eyes drooping closed again. Before I knew what was happening his body crashed against mine, his hips and chest pinning me to the wall while his hand had moved to wrap around my throat. My eyes flew open and my hands came up to grip his forearm as he squeezed hard enough that I was questioning my sanity, but not enough to cut off my air. I had never been touched this way before, but my body was telling me I’d apparently been missing out while also calling me a lunatic.
His warmth seeped into mine as he nudged my legs apart with his knee and pressed into my core. A whimper escaped my lips as he ran his free hand down my side, and my pussy ached at his touch, longing to be the center of attention.
Bringing his head close to mine, his hood encased the side of my face. Fabric touched my ear, causing me to jerk to the side. Was he wearing a mask of some sort, too?
“Are you scared, Raven?” His muffled whisper dripped down my spine to drench my thighs. A moan left my lungs involuntarily at finally hearing his voice in person.
He rested his free hand on my hip and loosened his grip around my neck. His head moved so the edge of his hood caressed my cheek almost lovingly. As quickly as he was on me he was gone, my body cold without his. I almost cried out at the loss of him.
He gestured to the door of my office, indicating me toenter. I tried to slow my breathing and walked past him, my eyes never leaving that dark opening I longed to see into. Spinning, I walked backward until my ass hit the edge of my desk. Following my movements with his head, he closed the door behind him and I strained to see into his hood with the dim light from the city outside.
As he came toward me, he held up a hand and circled the air with his finger, motioning for me to sit in my chair behind the desk. Being a defiant woman who doesn’t listen, I moved toward him instead.
He stopped at my movement, and I halted a few feet away, not wanting him to retreat. “I want to see you,” I pleaded into the charged atmosphere.
He shook his head in response and moved closer, putting his hand out and running his gloved finger from the base of my throat down over my faintly exposed cleavage. Chills bloomed over my body as he leaned in again.
“You’ll see me soon enough. Let’s play with the mystery while we still can. Tonight, you only get Zander’s voice,” he breathed, his tone growing lower and demanding. “The chair, Raven.”
My body moved on its own accord before my mind could tell it to do so. I backed around the desk and sat on the edge of the chair, swiveling to the right. He took one of the fabric-covered chairs opposite my desk and set it to the side with the back to the windows so he had an unobstructed view of my entire body, bathed in the faint city lights filtering in behind him.
He leaned back, slouching with his knees wide, and rested one arm on the chair while the other came to rest on his crotch.Fuck.
“Pull up your skirt,” he ordered.
I stared in disbelief. “Here? In my office? Someone could see through the windows,” I stuttered.
“You’re far enough back that no one will see. If they see anything, it’ll be me. Do it,” he ground out.
“But—”
His voice came through gritted teeth. “Do. It. Raven.”
My hands dropped to the hem at my knees at his punctuated command. A shyness crept over me as eyes I couldn’t see watched me slide the tight black fabric to the tops of my thighs.
“Up over your ass.”
Averting my gaze from the black hole, I lifted myself off the chair and moved the skirt up to my waist. My cheeks heated at my exposed nylon thong. I clenched my thighs together to hide myself, but also for the much-needed friction. His gaze turned me on, but the modest part of my brain was screaming at me to cover myself.
He did the head tilt again and heat rushed through me, the movement inciting a carnal need that I hadn’t felt before.
“Spread your legs.”
I throbbed at the direction. Staring straight into the hood, I complied, showing him my black underwear.
