“Which animal do you think could do your job?” I mutter with the subtlest of grins resting on my lips while I imagine it.Not sure I could pull off the hair…
I don’t have to look at my assistant to know he’s gaping at me in confusion.
“I was going to say a gerbil, but I worry that might come off as sarcastic,” I go on, sort of rambling while Yari and I wait, impatiently, at the threshold of the mansion.
I don’t typically have this much trouble standing still. Ihavebeen known to deliver rambling monologues depicting my evilgenius.I enjoy listening to myself talk.But in this moment, with so many hectic things going on around me, my brain is buzzing.
I have so much on my plate right now, like an all-you-can-eat buffet, it would take days to digest it all. And I’ll have no issue doing so.
Even so, I find myself much less concerned with any of that than thisitchinside of me. It’s been there for weeks… And it’s growing stronger.
As bizarre as it is, I’m not tapping my shoe on the floor and checking my watch because I’m anxiously awaiting word from Kent or Paulino on whether they’ve located Kellan Kemper, or if Governor Russo is close… I don’t really even care much about either of those things right now.
Ishould. There’s a bevy of serious shit going on around me, much more important than the restless need currently holding my attention.
It seems so implausible… But I feel myself inching away subtly.
Maybe they won’t notice… if I just sneak off real quick.
“You’re awfully calm…” Yari rumbles, giving me a peculiar look that stops my shifting. “And chatty, all things considered.”
I roll my eyes. “Forgive me. Would you prefer it if I paced around in circles and pulled my hair out?” He makes a face that I can read as aYea, kinda.“I’ve been doing that for weeks, since my prison fell the fuck apart. Russo is on his way, and there’s no stopping him. And I have Dascha, so Kellan Kemper will be finding his way here eventually, I’m sure. Retaining control means accepting when things are out of your hands.”
Yari’s light eyes sparkle up at me—that expression of adulation he gives me often. It’s an ego-boost that I normally appreciate, but recently, I’ve found myself brushing it off.
The delight in having people look at me like that is… less satisfying now. It’s frustrating, confounding and quite vexing.Because it happened just as rampantly as I suppose I always knew it would.
From that night, in my suite at Club Edge—may she fucking rest—bathed in shadows and the glittering glow of an enticing familiarity, to the night of the storm… And each evening of illicit captivity that’s occurred since.
Warm, trembling flesh… Full lips and flushed cheeks.
My eyes wide open, that pleasant surprise I adore so much magnified as I stared in awe.
Él me encontró…
He found me.
“Me extrañaste… Didn’t you?”
“Si, Diablo.”
The subtle nod, and how palpably he hated the truth in it, engulfed me in ravenous flames.
Hand shaking as I ran cherishing fingers over soft skin and lace. “Are you… mi chiquita mala?”
It was inevitable… That it would lead to this. I never stood a chance.
Neither did mi pajarito.
“A monkey, I think,” Yari chirps, distracting me from the delicious nostalgia, and stormy regret in my head, breeding even more impatience in my extremities.
My head lolls in his direction. “That is so boring.”
His lips twitch. “Fine. How about a… dolphin? I could work my phone via Bluetooth.”
A small snort leaves me. “Right. You know dolphins are highly sexually aggressive towards humans… Are you sure you want to be associated with an animal that’s extra rapey for another species?”
His face scrunches in a disgusted grimace that has me smirking. “Ew. No.”
