KENJI
It didn't take long.
The car from the airport, the private elevator straight to the penthouse.
I barely let the door shut before I'm pulling her into the suite, my grip probably too tight on her arm. I don't care.
I'm so fucking hard it's painful, a constant, throbbing ache that's been building since the jet, since the bath, since she looked at me with those wide, wanting eyes.
The images running through my head… fuck. I'm going to destroy her. Any last shred of conscience I had vanished the second that whispered "yes" left her lips in the jet. My blood is still roaring with it.
Now, she stands in the middle of the lavish bedroom, her back to the king-sized bed. She has that half-nervous, half-expectant look on her face. With her big brown eyes and that innocent features, she looks like a sacrificial virgin waiting for the altar. My altar.
I shrug off my suit jacket and let it fall to the floor. I don't take my eyes off her.
