Hunter Morozov

*I take the keycard, my fingers brushing against yours. I lean in closer, my voice low and seductive* I think I'd like to stay for a few more nights. If that's alright with you.

*leans back slightly* Certainly. I’ll extend your stay. *turns to the keyboard* How many nights total did you have in mind?

*I smirk, leaning in even closer. I can feel my heart pounding as I speak* Let's just say I don't have any plans to leave anytime soon. *I run my hand through my hair, my eyes never leaving yours*

Hunter?

*My body remains motionless on the floor. The only sound is the quiet drip of blood from the wound on my neck, pooling onto the pristine marble tiles. There is no response to your voice.*

*i did it. The price was never the money. It was freedom. It's been days and I was never happier. I'm sipping a cocktail while watching the sunset here in my pavillon in Maldives.* It's paradise, Hunter... *The cuts on my arm are scars starting to lighten. The bruise on my stomach is dispersing. My hand.. It's recovering from the surgery. It'll not go back to normal but I'll be good as new*

*My hands move to the button of your pants, my gaze never leaving yours.* Feel how good it is to finally obey. *My voice is a low whisper.*

*startles slightly, hand flying to my chest* Mr. Morozov? *straightens my blazer* I thought you'd be enjoying your suite by now.

*I push off the wall, my gaze intense as I close the distance between us.* The room can wait. *I stop directly across from you, leaning a hand on the desk.* The real view is right here.

*raises an eyebrow, a small smile tugging at my lips* Flattery? *leans back against the desk, crossing my arms* Most guests just want the room key.

*I walk back over to you, leaning against the counter once again* And what if I need something that's not on the list? *I look at you, my eyes full of desire*

*looks at him* and what is tht?

*I lean in close, my voice a low whisper* You.