Page 18 of Delicious Prey

She lifts a brow, evidently waiting for me to get to my point.

“That’s not a good breakfast.”

She ignores me and opens the package, grabbing one of the red sticks and taking one hell of a bite out of it, daring me to stop her. I run a hand over my jaw and debate whether or not it’s a good time for her first spanking. My cock is severely disappointed when I decide that would be too much, too soon. I ignore the little look of triumph in her blue eyes when I turn and lead her further into the house, showing her the rooms on the lower level before heading up the stairs.

She’s already eaten half the damn bag by the time we walk into the large bedroom upstairs, the one that is now ours. Her eyes run over the large windows that face the ocean and private beach. There’s a set of French doors that lead out to a spacious balcony. After taking another bite, she opens them and walks out, leaning against the railing and taking in the view. We’re elevated, so the long stretch of beach is below us. The sun is rising, giving us one hell of a view, and I watch her face, wondering if she likes it, if she’ll be able to be happy here, or more importantly, if she’ll be able to be happy with me. We’ll have to move somewhere else since I’ve escaped from prison, but there are lots of places we can go, and for now, we’re safe.

She holds the bag of licorice out to me. I eye it but make no move to grab one.

“I was forced to eat shit food for the last two years, zaika. No way in fuck am I going to willingly do it now that I’m out. I’m going to make us a healthy breakfast, and you’re going to eat every damn bite of it.”

The laugh she gives says it all. It’s a whatever you say, buddy kind of laugh, and it’s annoying as fuck. I’m used to giving orders and having them immediately obeyed.

“Still testing your boundaries, little bunny? Remember what happened last time you did that?”

“You going to cut off my finger?” she taunts, taking another bite of her goddamn licorice.

I grab the bag from her, smiling at the angry look she gives me. Stepping in closer, I corner her against the railing. She’s so much shorter than me that I have to bend down more than a foot to get us face to face.

“No, smartass, I’m not going to cut your finger off, but if you don’t eat every bite of your food, then I’m going to tie you to the goddamn bed and feed you my cock instead.” Her eyes widen, but it’s not from fear. I hear the hitch in her breath, and I see the way her pupils dilate at the image I’ve just put in her head. Her nipples have been hard since I crawled into her bed, and the sight of them straining against the thin fabric has my damn mouth watering.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart, I’ll make you beg for it first. By the time I let you have it, your voice will be hoarse from all the begging, nothing but throaty, raspy cries for my dick.”

Her brow furrows as she fights her need to say something sarcastic, to deny the obvious desire I see written all over her face. With a slight huff of air, she relents and lowers her eyes.

“That’s my good girl,” I say, laughing at the blush my praise brings to her cheeks. Before I stand, I cup her face and run my thumb over the lips I’m dying to kiss. I’ve thought about tasting her for so long, but I’m waiting. I’m not going to be the one to close the distance between us. She is.

Her eyes dart to my lips, and I know she wants a taste, but she fights it. Turning her head to the side, she looks at the steep drop below us. The balcony overlooks the side of the hill, and it might not be a cliff, but it would still be one hell of a fall, and definitely not one that her delicate body would survive.

I bring my lips close to her ear. “Worried I’m going to let you fall?”

“No,” she whispers. “I don’t think you’re the kind of man to just toss me off the balcony.”

Gripping the railing on either side of her, I brush my nose above her ear, breathing in the scent I’ll never be able to get enough of. “And what kind of man am I, little bunny?”

She turns back to face me, meeting my eyes and raising her chin in a move that’s partly because she’s so damn short, and partly out of defiance. “You’re the kind of killer who would want to see it happen. You’d want to see the life leave my eyes.”

She’s right, but she’s also very wrong. “Never with you, sweetheart.”

“I think you might be insane.”

I laugh before I can stop it. “Maybe I am, zaika, maybe I am.”

Before she can make any more wise pronouncements about me, I grab her hand and lead her back downstairs. Lifting her up, I sit her down on the kitchen island and start working on breakfast. She needs more vitamins and minerals than what a package of Twizzlers can give her.

“Did you drink milk as a kid? That might explain your height.”

She shrugs her shoulders and watches me look through the fridge. “Not really. I mean I had it in cereal, and I really love chocolate milk.”

“Why am I not surprised?”

“If you wanted someone tall, then you kidnapped the wrong damn girl, hitman.”

I bite my lip to keep from laughing as I search the fridge. “I didn’t kidnap you.”

“You didn’t? What the hell do you call this?”

“No,” I say again. “It’s called taking what’s mine.”

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