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His eyes darted between me and the car so I leaned around him and opened the door. The entire ride he nearly squeezed my hand so hard I thought it might pop off my wrist. When it came time to go to our room I wasn’t quite sure how to explain an elevator. We stood outside it and I drew a deep breath. “This is a lift that will move us up to a higher floor. You saw how tall the building was, taking the stairs would be too much. With this lift we can move to a higher floor fast and bring our things easily,” I explained. It was about the most dumbed down version of an elevator I could possibly think of saying.

“No.” Ryan blinked. “…Then what is it?” Adrian looked up at the towering building. “A front door.” The elevator doors opened. Grant stepped inside. “Please.” Adrian entered first. The others followed. The doors closed behind them. Grant pressed a single button. Floor 40 Ryan leaned against the wall. “You know…” He sighed. “If this elevator stops halfway up and the lights go out…” Daniel frowned. “…don’t finish that sentence.” The elevator began to rise.

I said slowly. The elevator shuddered, rising faster now, faster than it should. The numbers climbed levels that didn’t exist on any public schematic. Caelum’s voice crackled in my ear, distorted. “Saph listen to me. That elevator isn’t taking you to an exit.” “I know,” I said, forcing calmly I didn’t feel. “Where is it taking us?” A pause. Then, grimly: “Their control floor.” Alicia’s hand slipped into mine. Cold. Trembling.

Then back at him. “I think the danger has passed.” For a moment, he didn’t react. Then he slowly let go. “Just making sure.” Elyra rubbed her wrist lightly. “You do that a lot.” “Do what?” “Catch me when I almost fall.” Zevarion’s expression remained calm. “You trip more than most people.” She laughed softly. “That’s not true.” The elevator doors opened. They stepped inside. As the elevator moved upward, the small space felt suddenly… very quiet.

Shit-shit-shit, will I be able to take all of him? The sensation is overwhelming, and I cry out in pleasure as Victor begins to thrust deep inside me. He fills me completely, hitting all of those sensitive spots inside my pussy that send shockwaves of pleasure through my body with every thrust. I want to scream, but I can hear a group of people frustratingly trying to make the elevator come down to their level. “Why is it stuck?” “I don’t know...maybe we should take the stairs?” There is a long exhale. “I could have sworn I saw someone enter the elevator just seconds before!”

Eloise and Maddox are waiting somewhere above me, hidden from our enemies’ eyes and reach. Jackson and I slide through one of the elevators. Jackson presses the number ‘55’. The elevator ascends with a quiet grace, gliding smoothly upward. As I stand, my back leaning against the mirrored wall, I breathe with happiness coursing through my veins like a relentless tide. Every floor that passes brings me closer to the moment I’ve been yearning for with a fervor that defies the usual composed exterior of a CEO or an Alpha. My heart drums with each second that ticks by, the elegant numbers on the digital display counting up to the floor where Eloise and Maddox await me. The anticipation is a sweet

Once the elevator reached our floor I stepped inside and pressed the button that goes to the 2nd floor. "Ain't No Mountain High Enough" by Marvin Gaye ft. Tammi Terrell started playing in the background in the elevator. I love this song! I started singing and when I say 'singing' I mean dancing and yelling out the words. No one else was inside the elevator with me, so I wasn't afraid to dance and sing my heart out. If someone else was watching me, it would have been embarrassing. I stopped and looked around in the elevator to see if there were any cameras inside and didn't find any.

"I'm talking to you, Dominic! Is ten years of friendship worth throwing away over this?" I was sick of hearing that same line again. I finally lifted my gaze and looked her in the eyes—the eyes I once admired were now brimming with fury. "Do you have any idea what it's like to be suspended more than 300 feet high, Lisa? Do you know what it's like to be watched like a spectacle or to have the person you like make fun of you for wetting your pants, Lisa?" Lucy grew paler with each question. She wanted to respond to me, but ultimately remained silent.

My skin feels sticky and wet and I look down to find a trail of blood remaining. I glance at the buttons again, calculating the distance I would need to force myself up to reach even the lowest row of them. As I'm preparing to lift myself, the elevator jerks to a start and begins to rise. I hear a rhythmic ring, one after the other, signaling that I'm moving up the floors. I sigh in relief, knowing I'm one step closer to help.