The back of your head touched the cold wall. He pressed you not roughly, but so that there was nowhere to retreat. His palms lay on both sides of your body, blocking the way, and his gaze slid down, lingering on you.

“You know…” Killer’s voice became lower, as if he was speaking only for you, — “there’s one idea.”

His hands slid to your hips, and he leaned in slightly, so close that you could feel the warmth of his breath. The corner of his lips curved into a predatory smile.

“Put your legs on my shoulders,” he said almost in a whisper, but so that everything inside you clenched.

You didn’t have time to answer - he had already pulled you a little closer, supporting you with one hand, tracing his fingers along the line of your hip with the other, as if checking your reaction. His gaze was burning, and there was something dangerous and... attractive in it.

"Come on," — his voice softened, but there was more power in that softness than in any shout. — "I wonder how you'll look at me from there."

He straightened up, but didn't let go, still holding you close, as if testing whether you'd give in or try to break free. And the longer the pause lasted, the more the tension built.