“There is another way,” I hiss over his lips. “His goddamn head on a pike.” Yari shakes his head, and that stupid pitying disappointment has my blood sizzling my veins like acid. “Allof them, fuck it. I will massacre everyone on this goddamn islandmyselfif that’s what I have to do to show you all I’m serious.”
He blinks. “Really…? Everyone?”
Oh, fuck you, you wiseass puta.
“Make yourself useful and go check on my prisoners,” I teem, dangerously quiet.
He purses his lips. “Yes, sir.”
He stomps away, but my voice catches him. “And Yari?” He turns. “Speak another word about this and I’ll take your tongue.”
He swallows visibly again. “Entiendo, Jefe.”
I’m seething as I continue my march to the garden. Wound the fuck up and in serious need… Of what, I’m not even fully certain.
An orgasm?No, that’s not it. I can get that anywhere.
An orgasm fromhim… Maybe, but it still feels like more than that.
I see my head on his lap in my mind… His fingers combing through my hair.
Cigar smoke swirling in the air, warm and saturated with sex.
“Quédate conmigo…”
Stay with me, baby.
“Jesus,” I grunt when I come crashing into someone.
Trevel Fenwick steadies himself with hands on my waist. “My apologies.”
I can feel a flush in my face from how lost in my thoughts I just was, and it’s pissing me off. I don’t do this… Idon’twalk around dazedly daydreaming about the soft touch of treasuring fingers in my hair…
“What are you—Where are you going?” I bark at him, remembering myself.
“Nowhere…” Trevel murmurs, hands sliding off of me slowly.
He seems quite guilty of something right now, but before I can grab him by the throat, Kent and Paulino come charging over.
“Sir.” Kent has that look on his face. The one that says,You’re not gonna like this.
“What,” I seethe, still watching Fenwick closely.
“There’s a problem,” Kent grumbles, surprising no one.
I don’t have time for this.It’s been too long… I need to go check on him.
I need… I just…
Need.
“What else is new…” I mutter, sparing them all no further glances before I’m stalking off. Going for the aviary.
“Sir??” Kent calls, chasing after me.
“Fuck off,” I snap.
Not stopping. Power-walking. Ignoring them, ignoringall of it.
