[Santiago's Penthouse, New York]
Looking Down At The flickering lights and the never ending hustle bustle of New York City was just another sort of delight Santiago preferred sometimes.
Leaning against the wall by the side of the balcony, Santiago closed his eyes for a moment. Even the sound of ever bustling city wasn't able to distract him from thinking about a certain green eyed woman. He exhaled sharply, attempting to forget her sweet but wicked scent that had somehow managed to etch in his blood vessels.
The thought of her naked petite yet curvaceous body under him was the last thought he ever wanted in his mind. He wondered if she had freckles somewhere else other than her nose. If he could lick those freckles…
Jesus. He shouldn't be lustfully fantasizing about a certain captive of his.
He didn't even like her.
But a voice inside of him said that he didn't need to like her to feel the effect which she had on him.
