I eye my surroundings. The windows to the house are sealed shut, and in the low light I can just barely make out some sharp-looking items on the windowsills. Shards of glass, perhaps? The door is studded with locks and there are nasty-looking homemade weapons placed strategically on the walls instead of art. Even a prickle of fear can’t make my erection go away. I don’t know if it’s the noli or the edge of danger, but I’m harder than ever when she casts a snarl in my direction. I breathe in another whiff of her glorious scent and it takes everything I have not to come. Again.
