“Goddess, my apologies for last night.”
Standing, I circled around the desk and nodded. “It was family business.”
“It was. I came straight back.” He stepped inside as I leaned on the front of my desk, crossing my arms over my chest and lifting my chin.
“I see that.” There was blood specked all over his white button-up, his hair had been raked through, and there was dried blood still on his hands, flaking away, except for what was lodged under his fingernails.
He hadn’t even cleaned up first.
Why was he so obedient? Why was he so connected to this role? Why is the Owl’s Talon of the Azzaro mafia family, so anxious and impatient to be on his knees before me?
He stood there a moment before he continued, “Do you want me in position?”
“First, have a seat.” He came and sat down as I moved into the chair next to him. “The fire marshal was here.” After I’d brought him up to day, he immediately scoffed and waved me off like I hadn’t just been told to add an entire other exit.
“We paid him off last week.”
“I know. The problem is that there is no back exit in case of emergencies. He can’t write that one off.”
He gave me a crazy look. “There’s a door through the storage room.”
“Has to be double doors.” His head tipped back, and I insisted, “We are going to fix the exit. Can the family construction company handle it within the next sixty days?”
“Dad has them on a project.”
“Then call him and tell him we need them for less than a week. It’s a set of exterior doors. Not a whole fucking room. He can spare a few guys for a couple days.”
He glared at me, but when I just stared back, he sighed. “I’ll talk to him.”
“You’ll call him once we are done here. Now, I believe you have instructions on how I require you.”
Holding my gaze, he stood and started slowly removing his bloodied shirt. Tossing it to the floor, he slowly undid his belt and lowered his pants and boxers, kicking his shoes off and adding them to the pile.
The asshole was a well-cut specimen, that was for sure, and I felt my nipples harden at the sight of the chain mail cradling around his semi-erect cock. Without thinking, I pointed to the open space in front of the couch. “In position.”
Without a word, my pretty boygot to his knees and tilted his head up to look at me as I moved to stand before him. Strands of his blond hair stuck to his forehead with blood, and tilting my head to the side, I reached up and softly moved it back with the rest.
Why was the sight of him like this, speckled with blood from some unknown violence last night, so damn sexy? He was danger incarnate. Gavriel was his father’s personal weapon, and here he was at my command.
Putting my finger under his chin, I smiled down at him when he held my gaze. “Why am I punishing you?”
“Fifteen women touched what was yours, and I didn’t remove them with the exception of the one blonde.” When I lifted an eyebrow at him, he continued, “But she still touched what belongs to you, Goddess.”
“Good boy.” Leaning down, I came so close that there was barely a millimeter between our lips. His eyes closed, and there was a shuddering breath from him as I smiled and commanded, “Hands on the cushions and brace yourself.”
Standing, I went to the small closet, where I had put a few personal items, and brought out a small bag of tools. Grabbing the crop from the duffle I placed on the floor, I turned to see that fine ass out and ready for me.
One foot in front of the other, I slowly came up next to him and lifted his chin with the crop. When his lust-filled eyes met mine, my whole body came alive. This. This was what made me feel again, despite the loss of my father.
“You will count out and name every woman who introduced herself to you. Is that understood?”
“I don’t know all their names, Goddess.” He hung his head.
“How many do you know?”
He blinked quickly a few times before he replied, “Eight.”
“You will name the eight first, then apologize for my property being touched without my consent for the rest. Is that understood?”
