Page 82 of Stabby Little

I lean in and crush my lips to his. I swirl my tongue around his mouth, kissing him hot and hard. Then I lift my thumbnail and drag it into his chest.

A red line forms on his skin. It causes him to pull back. I end our kiss and scamper out of the room.

I close the door behind me and exit the club, exactly like I've done every night after we've met.

We got too close tonight.

Too comfortable.

Anonymous sex in the black room is enough. But a real Daddy relationship? Where I get to know this man and become his boy?

As long as I keep my identity hidden, I can't get hurt.

26

GRANT

Monday, June 8th

I'm nursingmy injuries when I pull up to Michael's home. I didn't think my kitty would injure me, but I pushed him past his limits.

I should've known better. He obviously didn't want to reveal his identity. He would've removed his mask if he did.

I don't know what the fuck came over me, but I can't let it happen again. If he wants to remain anonymous, I must respect his wishes. That's what I need, too. Hell, I'm the asshole in the situation. I didn't want to reveal myself under any circumstance—but I expected him to.

That's not what good Daddies do.

Good Daddies listen to their boys and respect their consent.

They don't push them into disclosing things they'd rather keep secret.

Michael's house rises before me like a mansion in a horror movie as I head up the familiar walkway. Dark storm clouds gather overhead. Rain spits in the distance, muddying my vision of the countryside. Lightning dances to my far right and creates a shimmery web in the sky.

I don't know why I'm here. When I received Michael's text last night, I was under the impression he wanted to discuss Khalid.

But a second text he sent me on the way here throws that into doubt. Michael wishes to discuss my investigation into Kobe Bailey. I haven't made any progress. When he finds out, I'm fucked.

Cadbury greets me when I approach the door. "Good afternoon."

"Hey." I keep my voice low. "You'd better batten down the hatches."

"Why?"

"There's a storm brewing. The radio said tornadoes were forming over Upstate New York. They should arrive within the hour."

"I'll let the master know. We didn't receive word about a tornado."

"They come out of nowhere up here," I spit out. Removing my suit coat, I hand it to Cadbury. "With climate change, they're only going to get worse."

"Michael doesn't believe in climate change." Cadbury narrows his eyes. "We'd appreciate it if you didn't mention that here."

"Of course. Pardon me for speaking out of turn. Where is Michael?"

"In his study." Cadbury beckons me. "Follow me."

Cadbury guides me down the hallway. I take measured steps, refusing to scuff the floors. Last time, I heard that my heels dug into the hardwood floors after my meeting with Michael.

My stress levels were out of whack after he shoved me against his wall. It wasn't my fault, but I must watch myself. The last thing I need to do is destroy my boss's home. It doesn't matter how many men I keep from stealing his brother's jewelry. If I destroy his shit, he'll kick me out of his inner circle.

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