I don’t like being calledman.I am so much more than that.
Ignoring him, I take my bags, watching through the side of my eye as Casey tips the useless bag of bones.
He doesn’t deserve it, in my opinion. He was two minutes late.
But this isn’t my residence, so I have no say over how things are run.
I can only suggest. And follow through with threats.
I roll the luggage into the house, letting a few of the guards help me up the stairs with it, and I settle my things in the room directly across from the one Bane is occupying. I refuse to sleep in the same space as him.
He has a way of wiggling himself onto me in his sleep.
I’ve never met such a cuddly murderer. My aversion to touch is going to be a problem with the way he needs to be held and stroked.
It’s annoying. Both his yearning for it and my inability to yield.
Speaking of annoying—I walk toward Bane’s room and peer inside. He’s sprawled on the bed, snoozing happily, his armsstretched out, his pink nipples puckering. Good. He actually listened to me. Which means he’ll get his reward.
I can’t even pretend to be excited by this. I simply am. I’m so glad he listened because I get my reward as well.
I work on unpacking my belongings, realizing that most of what I brought are things I can use on Bane when he misbehaves. But then again, maybe he’ll be the best boy for me while I’m here.
I scoff.
I highly doubt that.
I don’t think he has it in him.
My shoulder twinges, and I rub at it, remembering when Bane latched on to my muscle there with his teeth. Like a rabid dog, like a child wanting attention. I still have his mark on me weeks later.
It’s not the first scar on my body and certainly will not be the last.
My nostrils flare as I stand up, the contraption in both my hands.
He’s going to get what he’s asked for, what he needs.
From me.
6
BANE
Iwake up to the snick of the lock on my bedroom door being engaged.
My eyelids flutter open, and I see Georgiy standing over me, looking like an avenging demon. Tall, dark, and handsome.
“Hi,” I say groggily.
His hand reaches out and touches my bruised face, making a tingle spread through my cheeks and down my neck. Right to my heart.
“It looks worse,” he murmurs.
“It’s fine,” I say, turning over, remembering I’m still wearing his jacket and nothing else.
My dick has been hard the entire time I snoozed and hasn’t gone down. I had a few sexy daydreams about Georgiy, and that didn’t help matters. Now I’m all flustered and bothered.
“Why did you lock the door? I’ve been good,” I say, blinking up at him.
