“Jesus, you’re so good at that. So good at taking demands from me.”
His fingers flex in my hair, pinching my scalp, but I don’t care. “Don’t stop, baby, I’m going to come.” His hips jolt. “I’m going to come for you, Little Brat.” His balls draw up, so I tug them back down with my lips. “Holy fuck!” he roars, then his mouth falls open.
Warmth splashes over my face, down my cheeks and chin, but I continue to lick his balls like the obedient girl he commands me to be.
His chest heaves as he comes down from his orgasm, and I moan with pride. He strokes my cheek, and when I look up athim through my tainted lashes, a smirk plays on his lips. “You can be a good little brat for me, huh?”
A tenderness passes between us, but it’s gone in a flash, his handsome face taken over by a bitter expression, and I’m confused as to what’s changed so suddenly.
I pull back from him with narrowed eyes. The wetness coating my face and spilling down my chest is becoming cold, and I’m embarrassed.
He steps back and pulls my phone from his back pocket, then aims the camera at me and presses the button to take a photo.
“There we go. Mommy’s little princess is all messy.”
It shocks the hell out of me, and I stand so quickly I almost stumble, but hell, I’m angry. How dare he? He knows nothing about me or the relationship I have with my mother.
I snatch the phone from his hand, then without fully thinking, I march over to his T-shirt and swipe it from the floor. With a smile on my face, I make a show of using it to wipe away his cum. His smirk falters, replaced by anger, but I’m beyond furious. He used me, and now he thinks he can speak to me like I’m nothing more than an airhead whore? Well, no way, he can fuck himself next time.
I throw his T-shirt at his chest, and he catches it with a grimace. Then I stride toward the door.
“Don’t step foot in here with those shorts on again, Theodora. The next lesson you’ll learn, I’ll shove my cock down your throat so hard you won’t be able to speak,” he shouts.
I scoff. Like hell he will. Though, I refuse to give him any more of my time, so instead of calling him out on it, I flip him off over my shoulder and slam the door behind me.
My bodyguard might think he can tame me, but I’m about to teach him otherwise.
MASSIO
The kitchen is empty when I’m done showering, not a dish or mess in sight. Though the cooks and cleaners probably tidied the kitchen after I left it so abruptly, too focused on getting my balls drained.
My smoothie is gone, so I grit my teeth, then lock eyes with where I left my knife. It’s nowhere to be seen, and after pulling out several drawers, I’m at a loss.
A throat clears behind me. “Sir, can I help you?” My eyes latch onto an older woman in a maid outfit. The same one who served us dinner last night.
“No. It’s fine.” I clear my throat. “Thank you for cleaning up the kitchen. I’d every intention of doing that myself.” I wave my hand out toward the clear counter.
“Oh no”—the maid shakes her head—“that was Theodora. She cleans the kitchen herself. I just cook on the nights Mr. and Mrs. Jennings require me to and look after their wing.”
A shooting pain lances across my chest, but I ignore it.
It appears the little minx helped herself to my knife, but it could be around here somewhere.
I glance around the kitchen again, then down at my watch. “What time does the little bra—Theodora come down for breakfast?”
When she left her schedule in the kitchen last night before going to do her homework, I’m pretty sure it read she needed to leave the house before eight-fifteen and it’s now eight-twenty. Of course she’s late.
“Oh. Miss Theodora left already.”
My eyes dart toward the door, my jaw tics, and I grind my teeth. “She did, huh?”
“Yes, sir. She left only a few minutes ago. You might be able to catch her if you’re quick.” She points toward the side door, and rage consumes me.
The little brat is testing me. Well, I’ll fucking show her.
Storming outside, I witness a black convertible exiting through the gates. Hell fucking no. I head for my SUV, but the moment I lock eyes with it, I zero in on the switchblade protruding from the front tire.
What the? She did not.
