Chapter Nine
Alaric
After getting myself back under control—at no small expense, and no small effort—I made that little brat some food she couldn’t resist. I made some for myself, too.
It was easy enough to push it out of my mind that I was enjoying cooking for her.
But then, she started with the fucking waterworks.
Women have cried in front of me so many times I could spend the next year counting it off for someone, and I am—was—immune to it. Nothing gets through to me, which is just the way I like it.
Scratch that; it’s not only the way I like it, it’s the way ithas to be. In my line of work, having someone tug at your heartstrings causes unprofessional decisions to be made. And I am a professional.
But whenshestarted it up, and those big blue eyes of hers started leaking, that same infuriating, enraging, pain-in-the ass sensation I had felt earlier started clawing at my chest.
Fucking brat. I don’t need this.
I wanted to bend her over right then and there, and fuck my cum into her until she was overflowing; to get her to lie down for me and take it and lose her power over me; to make her cry for real because I was stretching her open with my cock and taming her ass with my thickest belt.
But as soon as I felt all these feelings closing in on me, closing around me like a man’s hand on my throat, I went cold as ice and got out of there.
It’d been a long time since I’d felt fear—that comes from not giving a damn—so it took me a few minutes, the walls of my house reeling around me, to recognize the feeling.
I wasafraidof this little girl. Something about her made me afraid.
And now, that fucking brat was lying on her bed, reading a Kindle, ignoring all the food. Except the roll she had snarfed.
Infuriating.
She was so fucking infuriating. I hated that she made me like her more by doing that—refusing to eat. She made me want to dominate her more, sure, but I liked that she was so defiant.
And I hated that I liked it. I hated that it would only make me enjoy my job more, I hated that I was starting to think less like a professional and more...personallyabout her.
Business is business, and nothing is personal.
I had a professional debt to Kyril. It was part of my code.
I could not be getting all fucked in the head about this girl.
