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“What are you thinking?” he asks as he lifts a bouquet of purple and pink flowers to my nose. I inhale deeply and close my eyes.
I shake my head at his question and take the flowers from him with a smile. I whisper close to him, so the old man doesn’t hear, “I don’t think you’re a monster.” My fingers play with the tiny soft petals, but I’m careful not to break them.
He looks down at me while he digs in his pocket for his wallet. “You did at one point, kitten; you were right about me then.”
24
Anthony
I’m so fucking tired. I haven’t slept in I don’t know how many hours. I drag my hand over my face. Fuck, that hit was brutal. It was a former Cassano who double-crossed Marcus. The Don, Marcus Cassano, wanted him to suffer, but I wasn’t prepared for that shit. It was a struggle to get him to say a damn word and when he did, it left me frozen with panic.
“Cassanos are coming for you.” His dark eyes stare back at me as blood drips from his mouth. The bruises are already starting to show as he wobbles in the chair he’s chained down to. Even with all the pain we’ve inflicted, he laughs at me as I stare back with anger.
He looked right at me, and I knew why. Tommy smashed his fist into the dumb fucker’s face. Too hard and too fast though. That’s the only info we got from him.
Tommy kept asking me what I thought he meant. I couldn’t even look him in the eyes as I lied to him and told him I had no idea. They want her back. They want her dead. My time’s up.
I push the door open to the house and then kick it shut. That didn’t go as planned. My eyes fly to the backroom, to where the stairs are to the basement. If I’d die, she’d be in there alone for three days until the door would unlock and let her out. I need to change that shit. She wouldn’t be okay for that long. She’d be hurting and hungry. I decide on twenty-four hours, tops. And then all her doors are opening.
I head to my bedroom and go right to the monitors so I can change that shit now. It’s done within two minutes, and I find myself staring at her sleeping form on the bed. She’s got a book in her hands still. I squint at the screen, but I don’t recognize which one it is. That stack of books on her nightstand has been there for a week. I don’t remember what books I got her though. It’s rare that she’s got a paperback. She’s usually on her Kindle whenever I check on her. I’m glad she found something that I picked out for her. Well, she fell asleep, so maybe she didn’t like it all that much. A lazy smile kicks my lips up.
She should be waking up soon and getting ready for me. Waiting for me. I don’t give a fuck that I’m worn out. I’m not making her wait. Not today. Not ever again if I can help it.
I need to program something for her to let her know what the hell happened if those doors ever open because I never made it home. Or maybe leave a note each time I go. I don’t know what she’d do. Or what she’d think. I drag my hand down my face. I can’t deal with this shit right now. I’m tired as all hell.
I drag my ass to the shower. I want to make this fast. I have one thing on my mind, and I need it as soon as fucking possible.
All I care about right now is feeling Catherine cum on my dick. It’s all I want. I need to feel her body against mine and hear those sweet moans as I push her closer and closer to her release.
I’m in and out of the shower and punching in the code before I know it. She’s sound asleep. Doesn’t wake up at all. She doesn’t hurry to get on her knees and in position like she’s supposed to. I walk over to the desk in her room and see on the clock that it's already past 9 a.m. The alarm’s supposed to go off at 8 a.m., if she set it. Which she didn’t.
She finally had the courage to ask me to change the wake-up time from 7 to 8. It’s one of the first things she asked me to change. And I was more than happy to do it. I think if she never set an alarm though, my kitten would sleep in all morning. She used to on the weekends when I watched her. But then she’d feel like shit when she woke up to all the work that piled up. I love how she told me that. I love how she’s starting to open up to me and really be her true self. It’s perfect. She’s perfect.
I sigh heavily with my eyes closed. I don’t fucking want to punish her. I don’t want to do this shit right now.
I study her beautiful body on the bed. She’s still in her shirtdress from last night. I wonder if she ever even got out of bed after I left her. I bet I just wore her out and she wanted to relax.
I make my way over to the bed and see a pad of paper on the other side of her that was hidden from the cameras. I take a quick look at her scribbles before tossing it onto the nightstand. It looks like my kitten is keeping a diary. I make a mental note to read that later.
“Kitten,” I say loud enough that should wake, but not so loud that it should startle her. She rolls her head a bit, but she doesn’t wake up like I want her to.
I kick off my pyjama pants and crawl into bed with her. I fucking need her right now. I lay my body next to hers and pull her in close, loving her warmth and how she moulds her body to mine in her sleep. I gently kiss her neck, hoping that will rouse her. I get a small, satisfied moan and a rock of her hips, but nothing else.
“Catherine.” My lips barely touch the shell of her ear as I speak just above a murmur. “Wake up for me, kitten.”
Her eyes slowly open and seem to settle on my face. A faint smile crosses her face before her eyes shut, and she settles her head into the crook of my arm. It makes my heart swell. It only takes a minute for her brain to catch up and her eyes pop open and her body stiffens slightly.
I instantly take her lips with mine, wanting to ease her worry. Her lips are hard at first, caught by surprise, but soon they mould to mine and she leans into my touch. Her small hands press against my chest as my tongue slips into her hot mouth. My hands travel along her body. The feel of the fabric pisses me off. I need to feel her. I grip her dress in both hands, pushing her onto her back and ripping the dress open.
She gasps and clenches her thighs as the buttons pop off and her gorgeous skin is exposed to me. Nothing separates us and that’s just how I want it.
I kiss the underside of her breast, taking the other in my hand to feel her soft, supple skin. My tongue swirls along her nipple, leaving a wet trail in my path and then I blow lightly until it’s a hardened peak. I do the same to the other side and then pinch and pull them slightly. Her back bows and she moans in complete rapture. The sight of her and the sounds of her pleasure make my raging erection leak.
My fingers dip into her heat and thank fuck, she’s already soaking wet. I could play for hours, but not right now. I need to be inside her.
“Spread your legs for me, kitten.” She immediately obeys and I don’t waste a second as I thrust into her all the way to the hilt. Her eyes open wide and her mouth parts with a silent scream as I pound into her tight cunt.
My fingers dig into her hips as I keep up my ruthless pace. She screams out her pleasure and claws at the sheets before fisting them and biting down on her lip. I usually start up nice and slow, but I need her. I need this. It’s so fucking sexy to watch her take this punishing fuck I’m giving her. Her breasts bounce with each thrust and her lips slowly part in ecstasy as she gets closer to her release. I don’t let up. I need more of those noises coming from her lips. I need her eyes to squeeze shut with the intensity of her pleasure.
