Azrael
By the time we arrive at my mansion, she’s passed out, and I can’t take my eyes off her.
On the way over here, her small body rocked back and forth with the vibrations of the car, and I almost put my fist through the divider when we went over a bump too fast, causing her to cry out in her comatose state.
Jensen needs to learn when to drive like his ass is being shot up and when to chill the fuck out and drive like an ordinary person.
The limo comes to a standstill, and I swear I hear Jensen speaking to someone in the front, but I pay little attention to them since my little toy is rousing from her sleep.
The moment he opens my door, I step out.
“Sir, what shall I do?” He motions toward the little toy, who appears to be out cold.
“I’ll deal with her. Meet me in my office in an hour.
” He grants me a nod and steps back, allowing me to reach inside and scoop her up.
Bringing her close to my chest, I survey her.
She wouldn’t have lasted two minutes after being auctioned off, especially if someone like Vector or my father had won her.
The thought angers me so much my muscles coil like a viper preparing for the kill.
She nuzzles into my chest, and my grip on her tightens while my muscles relax against her touch. The lights on the property illuminate the concrete steps leading into the mansion, and I appreciate the warmth as soon as I step inside.
I ignore the guard stationed at my entrance. He is more than used to deliveries such as this one, and I take the marble staircase up to the bedrooms.
When I reach the bedroom reserved for my toys, a stab of something lances through my chest, but I’m unsure why. It’s not a sensation I’m familiar with, and it fucks with my head.
I lean down and profess the truth of how I’ve been feeling since the moment I set eyes on her.
“You’re going to be the death of me, Little Toy. But I welcome it.”