Leon
My teeth grit together as I make quick work of taking my clothes off. I close the glass shower door behind me, turn the water on and place my palm on the white tiles in front of me. The still-cool water sprays over my head, giving me a much-needed cold shower, but my dick doesn’t stop throbbing. I wrap my fist around it and give it a firm tug.
The buzzing sound from her room drew me like a moth to a flame. I approached her door as if I’m a predator stalking its prey, taking silent, smooth steps. My heart was beating out of my chest as profanities strove to leave my mouth, but I kept quiet. I was rewarded with the soft, intoxicating sound of her whimpers and moans. The minute after the buzzing stopped lasted forever. I battled between barging into the room to give her another orgasm and making the sensible move of ignoring I had heard anything. My brain came out victorious, I guess, opting to tell her about dinner and leave her alone. Still, this — gripping my cock harshly as my mind floods with thoughts of her — was inevitable.
My initial plan was for us to eat dinner together, but the only meal I want right now is her spread out for me. I can almost taste her as I remember the way she felt when she fell apart for me. I canalmost feel her soft body shaking under me, her face contorting with pleasure.
“Fuck,” I grit out, thick ropes of cum shooting down my drain. The orgasm makes me feel spent but not nearly satisfied.
My mind is a jumbled mess, and I can’t promise my restraints will hold up the next time I hear the same buzzing from her room. I quickly dry myself off with a towel and grab a piece of paper from my nightstand, scribbling a note for her.
Lock the doors if you don’t want me to come in next time.
With just a towel wrapped around my waist, I leave the room and slip the note under her door, my jaw clenching the whole time.
The next morning, I arrange a meeting with Ivan at Luka’s sex club. Without my rage blinding me this time, I take in the familiar place. It looks almost unrecognizable now. The bar is fully renovated, with a brand-new mahogany top and shelving for all the liqueur bottles. The mirror behind the shelves misses the cracks it sported before, so it was obviously replaced. I guess Ivan took good care of it in Luka’s absence. The place is empty apart from a couple of employees cleaning the brand-new hardwood floors. With a nod to one of them, I make my way behind the bar and toward Ivan’s office.
“Come in,” Ivan says after my terse knock. I let myself in just as he pours himself a glass of rakia. “Want a drink?”
“Isn’t it early?” I check my watch, confirming that it’s just after ten am. He clenches his jaw as he appraises me, and I remember the last time I was here. “Matter of fact, pour me one, too,” I say as I unbutton my suit jacket and drop into a chair.
He shakes his head with a tilt to his lips. He slides one glass toward me, and we lift them both slightly in the air before downing them. A satisfied sigh escapes him. “What brings you here this morning? I’ve already told you everything I know.”
“I know. But I need Luka to come back.”
“I told you I don’t know where he is. Even if I did, I doubt he’d come back and put Sophie in danger, not until everything settles.”
My hand tightens around the glass. Him choosing a woman before our family still hurts, no matter if I now kind of understand it. “Look, I get it. I can’t say I’m not pissed about it, but I get why he did what he did. Now I need him to come back so we can deal with all the other shit.”
“I don’t know what to tell you, man.” He opens his palms toward me.
My fingers pinch the bridge of my nose. “We’ll keep Sophie safe, okay?”
“You’re not hearing me, Leon. I don’t know where he is.”
My palm hits the desk with a loud bang. “I don’t think you’re hearingme,” I grit out. “I’m sick of losing people in my life, and I need his goddamn help to win this war.” I point a finger at him. “So I need you to stop with the excuses and activate the Bat-Signal or whatever the fuck you use for communication. You need to tell him I know everything and that he should get his fucking ass home.”
Ivan thinks for a second. “I’ll try. But I can’t promise he’ll see it.”
“You do your part and leave the rest to me.” I push myself up to stand, button my suit jacket, and leave the club.
On my way home, I go through the stages of my plan in my mind, checking if everything is on track. So far, it is. But too much relies on others, something I inherently despise. Doing things on my own means I get to have control over it, but this — waiting to see if the mayor will do his part, if Luka will get Ivan’s message — fills me withdread.
Entering my apartment, a sense of calm washes over me. Persephone greets me at the door, finally warming up to me again. There’s a faint scent of flowers in the air, something that must be Alex’s fault. Since I don’t believe in the crystals’ magical properties, I blame my sense of calm on the scent. It serves as a reminder that she’s here, somewhere, in my home. Then I remember she’s still angry with me and let out a sigh.
Checking the fridge for the ingredients, I throw together a lunch salad for Alex and me. A piece of chicken finds its way into Persephone’s mouth, a lame attempt to weasel myself back into her heart. I glance at the barely used dining table, imagining what it would be like for Alex and me to eat meals together. Persephone begging us for scraps off the table, the two of us chatting and laughing together. I imagine her taunting me with silly jokes and me spreading her out on the table to have my way with her. My mind conjures an image of her wild hair splayed out, her pale skin a stark contrast to the dark table, and my cock twitches in my pants. I adjust it in my pants so that it’s not uncomfortable. On my way to tell Alex lunch is ready, a familiar sound stops me in my tracks.
My heart pumps faster, and the buzz grows louder the closer I get to her door. Despite the blood redirected from my brain, I somehow form a coherent thought.
The door is unlocked.
I would’ve heard her turning the key in the lock. It might be the lack of blood in my brain talking, but she’s too smart to have misunderstood the note I slipped beneath her door.
My fingers wrap around the doorknob of their own accord, the temptation becoming too hard to resist. She’s so close I can almost smell the desire on her skin, the slickness of her beautiful pussy.
She didn’t lock the door.
Gritting my teeth, I turn the knob and step inside.
