Page 108 of Ruthless Kings of Obsession

"That was Matteo's idea," I protest weakly. "He said something about teaching Domino his place."

"By making him watch while you?—"

"Please don't finish that sentence." I cut her off, though the ghost of a smile playing at her lips suggests she's enjoying my discomfort far too much. "I can't believe you saw all that."

"Miss Prescott," Hannah says with that perfect blend of professionalism and amusement, "I see everything that happens in this house. It's quite literally my job."

The implications of that statement make me pause and shyly whisper, "Everything?"

"Everything."

She doesn't elaborate, but her tone carries volumes of meaning.

I think about all the moments I thought were private – all the encounters in supposedly secluded corners, all the"spontaneous" meetings that perhaps weren't so spontaneous after all. "Even the time in Zander's gaming room when?—"

"The incident with the controller vibration settings?" Hannah supplies helpfully. "Yes, that was quite innovative."

"Kill me now," I mutter, sliding further down the counter as mortification threatens to consume me entirely. "Just... put me out of my misery."

"That would be counterproductive to my primary objective of keeping you safe," Hannah observes mildly, though I swear I catch a hint of real humor in her tone. "Besides, I believe your Kings would be quite upset if anything happened to their favorite form of entertainment."

"Entertainment?" I sputter, straightening slightly. "Is that what we're calling it now?"

Hannah's expression remains perfectly neutral as she responds, "Would you prefer 'educational demonstrations of physical flexibility and creative use of household furniture'?"

A startled laugh escapes me before I can stop it.

"Has anyone ever told you that you're actually hilarious when you want to be?"

"I'm sure I don't know what you mean, Miss Prescott." But there's definitely amusement dancing in her eyes now. "I merely observe and report relevant information. Speaking of which," she adds, her tone shifting slightly, "perhaps we should discuss alternative locations for future... activities. Ones less likely to traumatize innocent delivery personnel."

The blush returns full force. "It's not like we plan these things," I protest. "They just sort of... happen."

"Spontaneously?" Hannah's eyebrow raises skeptically. "Like this morning's carefully orchestrated scene with the handcuffs that Mr. Hudson just happened to have readily available?"

"I—" The defense dies on my lips as I process her words. "Wait. Are you saying they planned that?"

Hannah's smile turns knowing. "Let's just say certain preparations were made well in advance of breakfast. The timing of the grocery delivery was... not coincidental."

"Those bastards," I breathe, though I can't quite suppress the thrill that runs through me at the thought of them plotting together. "They set the whole thing up?"

"Your Kings are nothing if not thorough in their planning," Hannah confirms, her tone carrying a hint of approval. "Though I believe the particular use of the maple syrup was an improvisation."

"Oh God." My hands cover my face again as that specific memory resurfaces. "I can never look at breakfast the same way again."

"Perhaps that was the point." Hannah finishes organizing the last of the groceries with perfect efficiency. "Your Kings do seem to enjoy marking their territory in creative ways."

The casual observation makes me pause, remembering the possessive glint in their eyes as they took turns claiming me on the table. The way Matteo had made sure Domino had a perfect view of everything. The calculated precision of their movements despite the apparent spontaneity.

"They're impossible," I mutter, though there's no real heat in the words.

"They're obsessed," Hannah corrects mildly. "It's rather the point, isn't it? Being the Ruthless Kings of Obsession?"

I can't argue with that logic, especially when memories of this morning make heat pool low in my belly despite my embarrassment. The way they'd worked together, taking turns but somehow making it feel like one continuous act of possession. Even Domino's forced observation had added something to the intensity, his fury only feeding their determination to prove their claim.

"Still," I say, trying to regain some semblance of dignity, "maybe we should try to be more... discreet?"

Hannah's expression suggests she doesn't believe that resolution will last five minutes. "Of course, Miss Prescott. Though perhaps we should wait to hire new delivery staff until after you've worked through this particular phase of territorial marking?"

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