The tension inside me intensifies at the prospect, and I rise out of my chair to stand. “Give her this.” I unbutton my shirt, then throw it at her. “Tell her I expect her down here immediately, otherwise I’ll fuck her cunt so hard she won’t be able to stand, and then I’ll throw her to my men after.” My nostrils flare and fire shoots through my body with vengeance.
Elizabeth practically runs from the room, and I take a seat, waiting to see if she complies or not. Part of me hopes she doesn’t just so I can punish her, and the prospect of the latter will see numerous of my men dead by the end of the night. There’s no way in hell I will let them witness her naked beauty, then live to reminisce about it.
It seems like a lifetime lost in my dark thoughts of slaughter before the dining room door opens again. I glance toward it, and my ability to function is stolen from me. The sight of her in my black shirt, which fits her more like a dress, has me rubbing over my chest to disguise the stabbing pain forming in my heart.
I clear my throat. “Nice of you to join me,” I grunt out, the displeasure evident in my tone.
She pastes a mocking smile on her face. “Nice of you to ask so politely.” Then she drops the smile and struts over to the place set beside me at the table.
Jesus, she’s going to smell like me now too.
My balls ache with need.
She slides onto the chair like she has all the time in the world, and irritation builds inside me. Instead of showing it,I glare ahead, acting unperturbed by her lateness and sharp tongue.
“I need clothes if you’re expecting me to leave my prison room, Azrael,” she clips out.
The way she says my name has arousal rushing through me, and I have visions of throwing her down on the table and having her for dinner instead, sampling her pussy on my tongue while she rides my face like a seasoned whore.But she isn’t one; she’s only had your cock inside her. She’s all yours.
I shift in my chair; the physical need to act out my thoughts is worse than any form of torture.
“It’s hardly a prison, but if you prefer that surrounding, it could be arranged. I have cells in the basement for use.” Elizabeth places the steak down in front of me before moving around the table and providing the same to Little Toy’s place.
“Thank you,” she mutters, and it pisses me off that she gives Elizabeth pleasantries while I receive the brunt end of her venom.
“You’re incomprehensible,” she hisses back at me.
I cut into my steak and place it in my mouth, chewing slowly and swallowing before responding.
“I could demand a refund and offer you up to the auctions instead,” I clip back.
Her jaw locks shut, and her eyes blaze with hatred.
“Eat up!” I snap, pointing to her meal.
We sit in silence, eating the meal I chose after knowing how much she enjoyed the last steak she was provided with. The cameras I have in her room are evidence of this, and I’ve spent many hours watching her without her knowledge; again, not something I’ve done before now.
She fidgets, and I can’t help but wonder if her ass isstill sore from my taking. “I peer out the window all day, or daydream on the bed. I’m bored, Azrael.” She exhales loudly.
My lip twitches at the thought of her naked, leaking my cum, and waiting for my return.
“Do you daydream of me fucking you roughly?” I ask, and when heat creeps up her cheeks, I smile and place another piece of steak in my mouth.
She ignores my comment. “Can you at least get me a book or something?”
“A book?” Surprise hits me, and I delight in the fact she didn’t ask for a phone. Not that she’d receive one. Not a chance. Nope, my little toy didn’t ask for a means to escape; she purely wants entertainment while I’m gone. Though, I quite like the thought of her craving my return and daydreaming.
“Yes! People like to read, Azrael.”
I scoff at her response.
A heavy sigh leaves her, and she shakes her blonde locks before tucking some behind her ear and exposing the bite mark on her neck. My bite mark. “Did you have a good day at work?” she asks, shocking the shit out of me.
My fork stills mid-air, and I stare at her. Really fucking stare. Then I blink, unsure if I heard her correctly.
Her lip twitches, and a smile graces her pretty face. “You do work, don’t you?”
I eat the remainder on the fork, then dab the corner of my mouth with the napkin. “I kill people. Interrogate and negotiate illegal deals.”
