I’m not sure why she’s so convinced that me knowing who she is will be a disaster, but admittedly, I’m not a young woman at the mercy of a mafia boss.
If this is what she needs in order to feel comfortable, then okay. We’ll play her way. Anything to ensure she keeps talking to me, and showing me her pleasure.
“How will I be able to track you down from your face if you never meet your clients in person?” I point out.
She silently absorbs this.
“The TelUBox app is secure. I tried to find out your name, or IP address, or anything I could use from it, but I failed.”
“Really?” She’s suspicious, and maybe scared.
“Yes.” That’s true. I just neglected to mention that I found out who her brother is, and that gave me all the information I needed.
“And Paddington?”
“You think he’d risk his reputation for me?” I laugh.
“Better than being dead,” she says dryly.
“Not for someone like him. I wish that were the case. Paddington has an unshakable policy. And you know that, otherwise you wouldn’t have picked up the packages I left for you. Now show me.” I let my voice go harsh.
“The fingers? Or me reading?” She huffs. “You’re making no sense.”
“Either. Then we can move on to other things I’ve sent you.”
“Blake.” She tries to pronounce my name like I’m being unreasonable. “You don’t want to see me eating your severed fingers.”
“Does my assassin think I’m squeamish? Let me assure you, I’m not. Watching you put my fingers in your mouth and melt with sweet pleasure sounds perfect.” I smirk to myself. “I absolutely do.”
“You’re insane.”
She hasn’t said no.
She exhales, and then my screen goes blank before it flickers and her face appears. And there she is. Head and shoulders visible, in a white shirt. She’s biting her lip, looking worried.
My bunny.Mine.
I take her in greedily. Fuck, she’s beautiful. Her brown eyes have flecks of green and gold and her lips are so plump. Glossy too, from her tongue that darts out and moistens them. My cock jumps, instantly at attention.
“It’s good to see you, Bunny the Killer.”
A blink of discomfort is there and gone in a second, but I internally chastise myself. No reminders that she’s pretendingto be a cold-blooded murderer for hire, and that I’m actually a dangerous mafia boss.
“Hey,” she responds shyly.
“Where are you?” I ask.
“My bedroom.” She shifts and I get a glimpse of her bed.
“Perfect. I have you all to myself, then.” I settle into my chair, getting comfortable. “Put my fingers in your mouth. Just one,” I suggest. “To taste. Tell me if they’re any good.”
They should be. I spent an absolute fortune on the best custom-made chocolates I could find.
“Mm…” She licks her lips nervously, and I hold back a groan.
I don’t think she has any idea what she does to me. It helps that she’s gorgeous, but my cock is at attention forher. For the essence of her that captivates me.
“I want to watch your pleasure, Bunny.”
