I tossed the crowbar in the direction of her bag, the room too dark to see into the far corner. “It means that my boss is a paranoid fucker, and if he doesn’t hear from me and can’t get in touch with me, he’ll come looking.”
She tutted. “How would he find you?”
I chuckled. “Trust me, that man knows everything. He’ll notice we’re missing and come looking. I’m going to turn mytorch off so we save my phone battery, but it’s going to get dark in here, so go find somewhere to sit.”
“Roman, we’re stuck in what is now a metal box, we have no way of getting out, no way of communicating with anyone on the other side of this room. We have no food, no water, and I don’t even know if we have enough air.”
Confident, self-assured Hana was gone, replaced by someone who sounded desperate and scared. I pulled her to me and wrapped my arms around her, loving how she nuzzled against my chest, softening in my hold.
“We have air,” I muttered as I pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “You can hear it being pumped in here, and whoever built this place wanted somewhere to hide if they needed it, as well as a trap for anyone who wanted to steal whatever is on that flash drive.”
“You didn’t see the extra alarm?” she asked, as if us being stuck here was my fault.
“Nope,” I grumbled back. “It was hidden, along with your key and the fact that this place turns into a fucking locked box. You didn’t know about the alarm? You seem to know a lot about whoever owns this place.” Now I sounded as pissed as she did. She pushed out of my hold, and I could feel her anger despite not being able to make out more than her faint outline in the darkness.
“Are you blaming me?” she yelled.
“You just blamed me,” I bit back.
“You’re the security expert, and here we are, trapped by the security. I’m not used to getting stuck in places. If I was here on my own, I’d have found a way out.”
I stepped back, lifting my arms in frustration and letting them slap against my thighs audibly. “Fine, get yourself out. I’d love to see this.”
I held my arm out behind me, feeling for the wall and slumping down to the ground as she stomped about in the darkness.
“I should have come alone,” she mumbled. “This is why I do life on my own. Relying on other people only gets you hurt or fucking killed.” There was rummaging and banging as if she’d taken something else from her bag and was hitting the steel door. “I mean, surely, if you were that good, you’d have known this place was booby-trapped.”
I bit down hard on the inside of my cheek, trying desperately not to respond because this room was too small for us both to be angry.
“Fucking thing, why won’t you just give up the fight?” There was a loud bang. “Motherfucker.” I couldn’t ignore her cry, so I leapt up.
“What’s wrong? Are you hopping?” I could feel the movement in the air, even if I couldn’t really see her.
“Kicked the door,” she said through gritted teeth. “Stupid fucking door.” I took her elbow, and she rested her forehead on my chest. “Sorry, I was a bitch before. I know this isn’t your fault, but I can’t die in here, Ro.”
I took a couple of long, loud breaths, hoping she’d match her breathing to mine. “We won’t. We’re stuck here, but my team will notice I’m not about. They will look for me. For us.”
She fisted my top. “Distract me, psycho. I’m spiralling here, and I feel like my heart is going to explode.”
I traced my fingers over her jaw as my mouth found hers. She moaned loudly as I dragged my tongue over the seam of her lips, and she opened instantly, letting me dominate the kiss. The darkness ramped up my other senses; she smelt incredible, I could hear her soft pants and moans, my skin tingled from her touch, and I could almost taste how turned on she was right now.
“Hana,” I mumbled against her lips as she fumbled with my belt. My cock was rock hard and desperate for her touch. She didn’t reply, easing down my fly and lowering my jeans to my thighs before dropping to her knees.
“Use me,” she whispered, and my cock ached at the idea of taking her in the darkness, of fucking her mouth while she touched herself.
“Fuck…”
She wrapped her hand around the back of my legs and ran her nose along the length of my cock, her warm breath teasing me through the thin cotton. I clenched my arse, precum already leaking from me.
I tugged down my boxers, wrapping my hand around the shaft and pumping slowly a few times before dragging the tip over Hana’s lips. I couldn’t really see her, so it was a bit hit and miss, but then she took over, edging her tongue over my head and then opening her mouth wide.
I groaned as I pushed into it, and she sucked hard, her hand cupping my balls.
“Touch yourself,” I demanded, and then moments later, she let out a groan as if she’d touched her clit.
My fingers found her hair, bracing my hand so I could guide her up and down my length while she ran her tongue over the vein that pulsed needily. She hummed her own pleasure as I hit the back of her throat and she swallowed, my free hand fisting at my side as I tried to hold back my orgasm.
“Feel better?” I asked, my voice gruff with need. She nodded once before turning her attention back to my cock. The blowjob was loud, messy, her breath coming harder against my overly sensitive shaft as if the darkness stole Hana’s inhibition.
