Page 29 of The Taker

My mouth drops in shock. I literally can’t begin to process what he said. He rubs my cheek, then walks back to the elevator.

I let myself back in, tip toeing through the dark so I don’t wake my sisters up. After checking on both of them and ensuring they're both sound asleep, I climb into bed. My mind is racing, going over everything we did and said tonight, not the least bit tired.

He thinks I’m brave…

He took over my life…

He watches over me…

He has a camera in my bedroom…

The city lights illuminate the room enough that after a few minutes of scanning the room, I find the camera. It’s embedded in the frame of the landscape of Central Park across from my bed.

I can’t help but stare at it. Is he watching me now? Does he watch me when I sleep…when I dress?

Sitting up, I suck in my bottom lip as a plan forms in my mind. Rocco Vettore better enjoy the cameras while he can. He may think I belong to him, but I refuse to make keeping me easy.

10

ROCCO

For lunch, Leo made a prosciutto, marinated pepper, asparagus, and mozzarella quiche with a ricotta swirl and perfectly cooked flaky crust. The side salad’s light, lemony dressing was the perfect touch. So good that I almost forgot how my little lionheart taped over the camera in his room.

Little does he know, someone from Max's crew went into his apartment to install more cameras the minute he and his sisters left this morning. Now I can watch my lionheart in the kitchen, library, and from a second angle in his bedroom. Because variety is the spice of life, and one bedroom camera wasn’t cutting it anymore.

I pat my lap, smiling at my little brat as he stands in the corner, eating his quiche in a seething silence. “You sure you don’t want to sit and eat, toy? My lap has to be more comfortable than standing.”

“No thank you,” he grits out. When I raise my eyebrow, he adds on a half-hearted, “Sir.”

“Really, Iinsist. Sit down, Leo.”

He scrunches his nose at the sound of his real name as he stiffly walks to my desk, wincing when his round, peachy assmeets my thighs. His eyes go wide, probably because he can feel my semi-hard cock through my chino pants.

I grab his face, pushing his cheeks together until his mouth puckers. My cum trickling from between his lips and down his chin would be the perfect way to defile his angelic face. I tuck the idea away for after lunch.

“You don’t look very happy, toy,” I comment.

“Because you spanked me so hard I can’t bear to sit down,” he snaps, putting his plate and cutlery on the desk. “Spanking me two days in a row made me lose my appetite.”

I pick up his fork and feed him a few pieces of the quiche he already cut. He’s smart enough to chew and swallow each piece instead of arguing with me. Sometimes you gotta learn a lesson the hard way. Nothing throwing him over my lap and turning his cheeks red can’t fix.

“Toy, one day you’ll learn that fighting me is useless.” He gives me a death glare and takes a fork full of mixed greens into his mouth.

There’s a knock on the door, and Leo moves to stand from my lap. I hold him down,tskingat him in disappointment.

“Did I say you could stand up?”

“No, but I don’t want to sit on your lap in front of people…” he trails off as a furious shade of red colors his cheeks. I love how his emotions so clearly show on his face.

“Hmmm, well what’s the number one rule of your job?”

He gives me a puzzled expression, his brows dipping as his bottom lip pushes out slightly. “Um, to cook your food?” His answer is unsure, sounding more like a question.

Because it’s incorrect.

There’s another knock on the door, followed by Guiseppe’s deep baritone voice saying, “Mr. Vettore, it’s urgent.”

I nip at the shell of Leo’s ear, then rub my hand over his exposed neck, pressing my thumb ever so gently on his Adam’sapple as I dig my fingers into the side of his neck. His sharp inhale of breath is asking for trouble.

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