Nodding, he rubs his stubbled chin. “Good. Very good. Emi deserves justice, and those animals deserve adishonorabledemise.” My father’s gaze bores into mine, emphasizing the dishonorable portion of his words. He wants their innards pulled from their mouths and their spines ripped through their asses slowly, pushing them past the point of madness.
“Once things are wrapped up here, your mother and I need to go to Japan,” he states, pausing to the point of discomfort.
My fists clench and release at my sides as I try to anticipate what he’ll say next. “Is this a trip you need me on?” I question, hoping he says no. That amount of distance from Tati would lead to senseless deaths to cool my ire.
“Not just yet. There are a few things we need to get in order before you meet your wife,” my father announces, and there’s no wiggle room for an argument.
I fight hard not to be outright disrespectful by telling him it’ll never happen. Such behavior would be a direct challenge to the household rules. “Can you tell me anything about her?” I ask, instead of blurting out the millions of no freaking ways swirling on the tip of my tongue.
“That doesn’t matter. What matters is that you’ll be getting married soon.” The stern set of his jaw, as his brown eyes narrow and his nostrils semi-flare, ends this particular conversation.
I’ll play his game for now, but the only woman who will ever be wrapped around my dick is my little fox.
Nodding, I excuse myself. After nothing worked out the way I planned, I need to wash the day off me, but desperately want to keep her scent mixed with mine.
An idea hits me straight in my dick.
Bypassing the shower, I breeze through my bedroom door and down the steps to my movie room.
I need to see every detail of her delectable body.
Kicking off my slippers, I strip down to my boxer briefs, leaving me bared-chested except for the platinum barbed-wire chain around my neck. Then, I climb onto the king-size, pillow-top sofa bed, propping myself up on the pillows, and turn on the wall-to-wall television screen.
Once I’m comfortable, I check the time. Talia should be in her room in about five to seven minutes. After not being able to expel her pent-up energy, my little fox is going to need serious relief, and I plan to witness every moment of it.
Her intoxicating scent emanates from my air freshener, misting the room, and I have to fight the urge to pump my semi-hard dick.
“Deputy Chief Zachary Wailin,” Tati hisses as her image appears on the screen.
Leaning back, I watch as she prances around half-naked.
She’s flawless.
There’s not an inch of her that would change.
The scar that runs down the back of her left thigh.
The stretch marks—her tiger stripes—that curve around her hips to her delectable ass.
When you add her penchants for violence and the means to back it up—Goddess-level perfection.
“I see you, little fox. Show me that pretty fucking pussy,” I groan, watching as she sets the jar with that racist fuckers head in it right in front of her crimson Tantra Chair. I spend moments admiring the customization she made to fit her needs.
“Fuck… fuck… fuck,” I mutter when the mechanical dick rises from the hole in the couch.
All semblance of control exits stage left, and my dick is pissed we only get to watch.
“Soon,” I coo, stroking the length of him. Because it’s not a matter of if I’ll have Tati—it’s a matter ofwhen. She’ll be mine, and no one can take her from me ever.
Tati moves with the precision and grace of the trained assassin she is. All her supplies gathered, she slips down her lace boyshorts, meeting the eyes of the dead deputy chief and winks.
I knew she’d find the camera in his eyes without any real effort. She’s too efficient to bring just anything back to Keres HQ.
“Yes, Tati, put on a show for me,” I whisper, hoping she hears my wish through the camera.
Grabbing the lube and a mini finger vibrator, her hips sway with each step, and I become more entranced.
“I’llcut down any fucker who even bats an eyelash in your direction,” I exclaim—the declaration a claiming. Whether she’ll be compliant is the fun part of the chase.
