“Now open up those lips, pretty prince,” she muses.
Prince?
A blush spreads on my cheeks as I part my mouth and lick the cum off her fingers when she dips them inside. I truly, utterly love how demeaning it is.
I would do anything for this woman.
Anything she tells me to, as long as she’s the one to end it all.
She pulls the noose off my neck and slaps my cheek. “Thanks for finally telling me the truth, little princy.”
She crawls off me and lifts her panties back into place, then pats down her skirt like nothing ever happened, while I’m still tied to my chair with a royally disgraced shirt covered in my own cum.
“What? That’s it?” I mutter, completely out of it.
She walks back to the window through which I presume she crawled in. “Yup.”
“So you’re not going to kill me?”
She smiles. “I’m a serial killer, Orion, not a psychopath.”
I tighten my muscles so harshly that the ropes around my body snap.
She pauses, and her eyes widen in shock, as if she didn’t expect that I could easily break them. I was just playing along because I loved what she was doing to me.
Now I’m disappointed.
“Why not?” I lament as she quickly crawls out the window before I can get up. “And I thought we were having so much fun.”
“Write me one of your poems.” She winks, and then she’s gone.
CHAPTER 10
Atreus
Ten minuteslater
I slammy office door open and peer around.
“I could’ve sworn I heard someone running in here,” my assistant says. “I was just looking for some paperwork I’d left behind when I noticed the cameras.”
I glance at the camera in the hallway, which has a broken lens. It wasn’t broken yesterday.
Narrowing my eyes, I head into my office and leave everything untouched, searching for leftover clues of the person who came into the building. Someone came to snoop. I just have to find out who and what they were looking for.
“That camera was running, right?” I ask.
“Uh-huh, I’m pretty sure.” She nods.
“Get me the footage.”
“Yes, sir.” She nods and walks off, leaving me to do my thing.
I pull a pair of gloves from my pocket and put them on while I search through the stack of papers. I memorized each of them so I’d know if one was missing, but they’re all here.
I suck in a breath and open my drawers, but everything is still inside, including the most important documents I keep here about several convicted criminals.
But as I close the drawer, my eyes rise to settle on the board in the back that I use to pin my targets.
