Page 145 of Risks of Temptation
But his death won't come soon enough for me or ma belle.
"Why isn't she drinking?" the Prime Minister asks, once again fixated on Emilia.
"I don't let my property drink. She only gets water."
"Most women can serve you better with some alcohol in them. Or maybe a bit of coke?" He holds out a container full of powder.
"No. My property stays sober. Her only pleasure is me."
The server sets our meals down.
The Prime Minister moves his chair an inch closer to hers, thinking she's going to sit.
"Cut up our food," I order her.
She obeys and puts a forkful of filet near my mouth.
I eat it, watching her approval as I chew. She picks up another forkful and feeds me more. A little smile twitches on her lips every forkful she puts in my mouth.
When I eat half the plate, I take the fork and feed her until nothing is left.
The entire time, the Prime Minister's eyes are on us. I ignore him but feel it. Emilia puts her hand over her choker from time to time, tracing the letters of my name.
How did she know it was the perfect thing to wear tonight?
As much as I despise the collar and what I'm trying to fight, I suddenly appreciate it. And I love ma belle more because through all this, she has been stronger than me.
But it's time I went back to being her strength instead of her being mine.
