Just work. You?
Blake
There’s a meeting of the London Maths Club to talk about the dispute with the Essex Cartel.
BunnytheKiller
War and maths. Those two things both sound soooooo fun, but not what I’d normally combine.
Blake
The Maths Club is the unofficial nickname for the London Mafia Syndicate. Apparently, it’s because once they all pretended to be maths enthusiasts so one man’s girlfriend wouldn’t realise he was in the mafia.
BunnytheKiller
While it’s early, I feel confident in saying that’s the wildest thing I’ll hear all day.
Blake
But actually, I’ll be spending the day plotting how to seduce you so you’ll come to me and beg me to take you.
I cannot breathe. He didn’t just say that. Did he?
I rub my eyes, but when the blur clears, it’s still there on the messaging app. I’ve been comprehensively proven wrong. A maths club isnothingcompared to the Norwood mafia boss declaring he’s going to seduce me.
Instead of trying to think of a smart retort, I let my fingers slip down to where they sink into wetness.
Please, Blake.
The words are on the tip of my tongue as I circle my clit.
Take me. Please.
The pleasure spirals so easily with his threat in my mind and his intention shimmering down my spine.Seduce you. Beg me.
Make me yours, I’m begging you.
I come with a whisper, shuddering under the covers.
“Blake.” As the pleasure sweeps over me, my heart breaks.
To protect my brother, I can never let him find me. I can never beg to be his.
11
BLAKE
Bunny doesn’t respond to my intention to seduce her, but that’s okay, because she’s thinking about it. If it hadn’t burrowed into her thoughts, she’d have given me a sassy reply.
I relive last night over and over while I half-listen to the meeting about how to deal with the Essex Cartel. Part of the London Maths Club are gathered in a private dining room in a decent hotel in central London. Westminster is detailing the damage from the raids they keep on doing into London, and I’m thinking about how small my bunny’s hands are. How they’d feel in mine. How she’d shake as I made her come with my tongue, and how her pretty pink cunt would grip my shaft as I took her.
Under the table, I adjust my thickening cock. I need to stop this train of thought before I get a raging hard-on while someone talks about theft and murder.
I try to focus.
It lasts like two minutes before I’m thinking about my bunny again.
The conversation continues with no need for my input, so I pull out my phone.
