Dark Attraction

Chapter four - More

"More," I breathed.

"What did you say?" He asked, and claimed my mouth again, preventing me from answering.

"I want you," I murmured when he finally stopped kissing me. "I want this." My heart pounded so hard he must've been able to feel it through my t-shirt. His mout found my neck and he kissed and nipped at my skin, not enough to break it or even to hurt, but it sent another jolt through me all the same. He hummed, as if considering and straightened up.

"You like that?"

"Fuck yeah." I tried to pull him in again but I may as well have been tugging on a break wall. "More."

He smiled even wider, and I swear he had the teeth of a wolf. He let go of me and stepped back. "Come on, we'll go to my place." He turned and started walking.

My front felt cold, it'd been so warm with him pressing against me, and now I had to try and follow him with a hard on pressed awkwardly against the zip of my jeans.

But I totally followed him, hurrying as much as I could manage. He was walking fast now.

He led me to a surprisingly fancy looking apartment building. He took my hand as we approached, his palm cool and dry. I was sure my own hand was hot and sweating with anticipation. I could still feel where he'd held onto my wrists and pinned me, and I kept replaying it in my head over and over. I wondered if I'd have bruises there later, and the idea of that just made me hotter again. Think of something else, Brand.

The doorman nodded at him, and Gage saluted him in an ironic way.

We took the elevator to the top floor and Gage opened the door to the penthouse with a swipe card. The apartment was huge, and it was decorated like something out of a magazine, or like the end result of one of those apartment makeover reality shows. The couches were dark leather, the walls were painted stark white, and the kitchen was all black and white with a gigantic refrigerator. The view over the town out the massive windows would be amazing, I guessed, except the blinds were all down.

"I didn't expect you to live somewhere like this," I said.

"What were you expecting?" he asked.

"I dunno, a student apartment like mine, not this. How do you afford it?"

"Rich parents."

Gage tugged on my hand, so I followed him into the bedroom. The bed was a huge California King with a high wooden headboard. The headboard was one of those ones with lots of little slats or rails, like a fence, or the bars of a prison. The foot of the bed had something similar, but not as high. It was unmade.

"Getting right to it, huh?" I asked, feeling a little nervous now, although I couldn't have said why.

"Mmhm, I've lured you back to my lair," Gage said. He turned to smirk up at me. He was so self assured, absolutely no embarrassment or doubt that he'd get his way. "Now I'm going to have my way with you."

The breath went out of me and I know I blushed. He grabbed me by the waistband of my jeans and pulled me in against him, kissing me again in that rough way, almost like he was trying to get me to back down or give in.

Giving in sounded really good. I wanted to do that.