Page 15 of Tyrant (The Villetti Chronicles)

I didn’t know if I liked the fact he’d made his man buy me clothes but protesting might get me in trouble.

“Where else would you put me?”

The way his eyes darkened had my hands shaking in my lap.

“Don’t ask questions you don’t want the answers to.”

What the hell does that mean?

“I’m not… sir.”

He sat back, assessing me for a long moment.

“If you misbehave, I will take away your bedroom and make you sleep naked on the floor of mine until you’ve learnt your lesson. Then I can keep an eye on you.”

I bit my lip to stop myself from reacting to his statement. The idea of being in his bedroom naked had my mind racing at a million miles an hour. Before I could shut those images out, Arlo appeared in the room. I felt my cheeks burn as Zayn turned his attention to his man.

What the fuck, brain? He said he’s not interested in me like that.

My mind didn’t want to listen, pressing erotic images of tangled bodies into my vision. Two bodies specifically… mine… and his.

Fuck!

Seven

Zayn

Arlo gave me a significant look as he walked in. I was well aware of his disapproval over me taking Arianna in. Probably even more so when I’d made him go out first thing this morning to buy her clothes after he’d disposed of her bloody ones last night. He didn’t have to tell me he thought this was a bad idea. I already knew.

His eyes darted down to Arianna, who was kneeling at my feet with a rather startled look on her face. I’d put it there after telling her I’d make her sleep naked on my floor. She was thinking about it, the idea of it. Little did she know it plagued me too. I’d already seen her bare. The image of it branded into my retinas. It was fucking torture at its finest. Apparently, I needed to be reminded of why the fuck I didn’t go looking for trouble. Served me right for complaining about my boredom. I certainly wasn’t bored now. Not when I had a little pet to play with. A very tempting pet who was giving my self-restraint a run for its money.

“Arlo, this is Arianna.” My attention went back to her. “Be a good girl and say hello, Tink.”

Her brown eyes widened a fraction, but she turned to Arlo, giving him a nod.

“Hello, it’s nice to meet you.”

“Likewise,” he replied with a grunt.

I watched Arianna lean closer to me, almost as if she was wary of what he thought about this and was seeking my reassurance. Without thinking, I reached out, pulling her closer between my legs. She blinked, staring up at me with confusion.

“Relax, Tinkerbell,” I told her, my voice quiet, so it didn’t carry. “You’re safe.”

I wouldn’t allow any harm to come to her. Not while she was under my roof. Arlo wouldn’t lay a fucking hand on her unless it was to keep her out of danger. He knew better than to touch my possessions. And that’s what she was now. Mine. All fucking mine.

Ari didn’t say a word, just continued to look at me with those beautifully expressive eyes of hers. They told me exactly what she was thinking. She didn’t know how to feel about the situation she’d put herself in with me. She didn’t understand why I was taking care of her. The only person who was allowed to do a single thing to her was me.

Her teeth enclosed around her bottom lip, drawing my attention to them. A part of me wanted to bite down hard on it, make her cry out from the pain. I wanted to know if her moans, pants, and gasps sounded as heavenly as I was imagining they could be.

“Boss.”

My eyes went to Arlo, who gave me a look that spoke volumes. The tension between me and my new pet was palpable. It was probably making him uncomfortable as fuck. I had to get my shit straight.

“Yes?”

He indicated the door with his head. He wanted to talk to me alone. Unsurprising really. I stood. Ari, as if on instinct, wrapped her hand around my leg. Her eyes took on a pleading look. She didn’t want me to leave, but she would have to deal with it.

“Stay here.”

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