Page 42 of Delicious Prey

I look down at him in those grey joggers and sigh. He’s not fully hard, but he’s getting there, and I can easily see the outline of his cock stretching against the fabric of his left thigh.

“House rule number two: You should always wear grey joggers without boxers,” I tell him, and this time he lets out a deep laugh that makes me smile.

“Making house rules now, are we?”

“Yes,” I say, grabbing the plate he offers me. “I’ll let you know when I come up with another.”

He laughs and takes his own plate, joining me at the island. We talk while we eat, but neither one of us brings up the murder I witnessed him commit last night. Instead of it being awkward, it’s surprisingly peaceful, and when we finish eating and he tells me he needs to go take care of something, my first thought is that I don’t want him to leave. He gives me a kiss and runs upstairs to shower. I watch him go and then pick Peanut up to cuddle with him. He’s been spending more time outdoors than usual, and I think he’s convinced himself that he’s one of Kirill’s guard dogs. I don’t have the heart to tell him otherwise, so I just scratch behind his ears and give him a kiss, letting him down when he whines so he can run out the doggy door and go back on patrol.

Kirill comes down wearing jeans, a long-sleeve black tee, and his usual black, steel-toe boots. He looks like the sexiest damn killer I’ve ever seen.

“Already breaking house rule number two,” I tell him.

He looks down at my shirt, smiling at my obvious lack of bra. “It’s nice to see you’re being obedient.” He pauses and adds, “For once.”

Laughing at the look I give him, he steps closer, and I lift my face to see him. With his boots on, our height difference is more noticeable than ever. He smiles and runs his fingers through my hair.

“I love how short you are, baby.”

“Well, that’s good, because I’m pretty sure I’m done growing. This is as good as it’s going to get.”

“Good.” He smiles again and kisses my forehead. “I need to go, but I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

“You’re going to his house, aren’t you? To Jay’s?”

“I am.” He meets my eyes and waits. “Promise me you’ll stay inside the house while I’m gone.”

“I thought you said I was safe here.”

“You are. I’m just being overly cautious after what happened last night.”

“Can I go with you?”

“No.”

His answer is immediate, and the tone is firm.

“Don’t you even want to think about it?”

His lip quirks up the tiniest bit. “No, zaika, I don’t. You’re staying here, and that’s final.”

When I start to argue, he presses a finger against my lips and says, “If I think for one second you’re going to disobey me on this, little bunny, then I’m going to tie you to the bed before I leave.”

“You wouldn’t,” I say around his finger.

He gives me a wink. “Try me.”

I think about arguing, but the determined look in his eyes tells me that this is not just an idle threat. He really would tie me to the bed, and a part of me doesn’t hate the idea. I just don’t want to be left there alone for hours. He lets out a soft laugh and runs his finger over my lips.

“Be a good girl and stay inside, and maybe I’ll tie you up later. It can be part of your punishment for disobeying me last night.”

“Huh?”

He laughs and brings his mouth close to mine. “You didn’t think I forgot, did you? You disobeyed me, zaika. I can’t just let that go. You could’ve been killed. I need to know that when I tell you to do something, you’ll do it.”

“I’m going to stay inside the house,” I mutter.

“We’ll see.”

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