Heated desires

Foreign state

Gorgeous Anna Pov.
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By: Sleeping with sirens

-Let love bleed red
-stomach tied in knots

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Shylone Pov.

I sit quietly in my office thinking. These emotions I'm experiencing are foreign to me. I'm anxious, on the edge, suddenly every noise seems to be too loud. The gears in the clock working furiously, trying to keep up with time as I am, the sound that was once mute to me is now louder than my heart beat. Staring at the clock my hands are becoming clammy, glistening of sweat coats my forehead.

I would say I don't know what's wrong with me but, it will be a horrible lie. I know my problem it's Luke, his dominance, chiseled chest and irresistible seductive coated voice seems to control me. I feel like I'm a puppet and he's behind me pulling the strings.

I want to be free, I'm suffocating from my desires. I know as well as anyone else Luke will not let me go until he get what he want. Maybe I should give in to him; speed up the process. Guys like Luke only want a girl once and they throw you in the trash bin. They don't need sideline girls for they only like new and fresh ones. They're like rich girls and flowers. They need a new batch everyday and yet they never think to take care of the ones they have; just throw it away and order the maid to get another batch. It's quiet pathetic and heart breaking.

Yet, here I sat, ready to become the next victim. I've never experienced a heart break or tragic relationships that does not mean I'm naïve, I know enough to keep my self afloat. I know Luke will swallow me and spit me out everything about him screams red flag and yet, I can't run, hide or push away, his grip is iron steel; it hurts and without it I feel empty and cold.

"Are you ready?" Luke gently and stern voice questions with concern. Wow! I sat here for fifteen minutes staring at a clock with roaming thoughts. I must look mad to him. Quickly nodding I stand up, push in my office chair and grab my coat. Luke holds the door for me to exit.

A we wait in the elevator I hold my breath waiting to exhale. The air is filled with lust and unfilled desires. We stand there in utter silence the only noise was the once soothing song 'Let love bleed red' by sleeping with sirens.

Luke press a button in the elevator and we halt. I stare dumbfounded by his actions. He turn to me slowly walking. His actions are more calming now but, it's enough to send up my red flags. I quickly back up into a corner, cursing under my breath . This elevator is big but not big enough to keep distance between us.

He advance on me until he was staring down into my big Prussian blue eyes. His once ocean blue eyes were now darker and full with lust. Molding his body with mine he gently push a string of my white hair behind my ear as his pointing finger slowly trace my ear down my cheek and to my lips. I found myself leaning in to his touch, once again he's pulling my strings.

He stares in my eyes the whole time breaking contact to look at my lips. Slowly his tongue traces his lips and he angle his head as he bends down and meet my own. The kiss is slow and passionate. I want to savor this moment, his hand make its way to the back of my neck angling my head in order to deepen the kiss. I moan as I feel his manhood press against me . Grinding my hips, a deep moan comes from his throat. I know he's holding back and that I shouldn't tease him. I just can't help it, thanks to him and his sex God like ways.

He grabs my butt and lifts me, wrapping my legs around his waist he grinds into me this time causing me to gasp. Even with panties I can feel how big and hard he is. He takes my surprise as a green light and repeatedly grind his hips into me. My moans are muffled by his neck as I nuzzle my face into the crook of his neck. My nails are digging into his shoulders, I'm surprise they did not tear through his shirt however, I knew my passionate marks will leave a scar.

I can feel myself about to climax suddenly The elevator rings, signaling someone is about to exit or enter the elevator. I knew it was the later because Luke clearly stopped the elevator. As I push Luke away from me, he fumbled back. I knew it was more from the shock than my strength. Carlie the office slut struts in oblivious to our previous position.

I pulled at the hem of my skirt while Luke didn't feel the need to adjust anything. His hair was disheveled; I began to blush at the thought of being the cause of his 'I just had a heated make out session' look.

Carlie clears her throat, "hi Mr.schmidt, she purred. As she slide her hand up his arm. She began to whisper softly to him paying me no attention. Luke face expression contorted into annoyance yet his eyes held amusement. I wonder what he found so amusing. The elevator rings again and I notice I was glaring at Carlie; no wonder why he looked amused. I probably looked like a five year old that was just told she couldn't get her Barbie a new outfit.

I step out the elevator not only angry and confused but, hot and bothered. I really need my release and that slut ruined it! "Bye Mr. Schmidt" Carlie says in a seductive voice. I could feel my blood boiling, I turn around to see Carlie trying to hug Luke, to my surprise he takes a step back, rejecting her offer and strides over to me without a glance back. I could feel the corners of my lips lifting as he lock arms with my own and wink at me.