You may now kill the Bride

Dance of fire

The elevator doors slid open with a soft whoosh, revealing a space that was both office and luxury penthouse. Floor to ceiling windows offered a stunning view of the city skyline, the sun casting a golden glow over everything. Reg led Lexi deeper into the room, his steps confident, possessive.

"My domain," he murmured, his breath a warm whisper against her ear. "Where I build empires, Lexi. And where I'll build our future."

Lexi's heart raced as Reg spun her to face him, his eyes burning with an intense heat. Soft music drifted from hidden speakers, a sultry jazz melody that seemed to match the pounding of her heart. Reg's hands found her hips, his fingers digging into her skin as he pulled her close.

"Dance with me," he rasped, his voice low and husky. There was a command in his words, one Lexi found herself powerless to resist. Her body seemed to move of its own accord, swaying to the music as Reg's cheek rested against her hair.

He was all around her, his heat, his scent, the feel of his hard body pressed against hers. Lexi felt herself getting lost in the sensation, her doubts melting away with each beat of the music. This was what she wanted, she realized. To be desired, to be needed. To be loved.

Reg's lips found the curve of her neck, his mouth a scorching brand against her skin. Lexi gasped, her head falling back as pleasure shot through her. His hands roamed higher, his fingers brushing against the side of her breast. A moan escaped her lips, the sound lost in the music.

"Lexi," Reg murmured, his voice a rough whisper. "From the moment I met you, I knew you were different. You have a spark in you, a fire I have to claim." His mouth found hers, his kiss a hungry demand. Lexi met him eagerly, her own desire rising to meet his.

As the music swirled around them, Lexi felt herself falling. Not just for Reg's charms, but for the promise of what he offered. A life of passion, of excitement. A life where she wasn't just a pawn, but a queen.

But as Reg's tongue swept into her mouth, as his hands tightened on her body, a flicker of unease ignited in her chest. Was this love, or was it something more...sinister? And was she already in too deep to escape?