Chapter 4 #3
“You’re welcome to carry on,” he murmurs. “I learned long ago that Bane can’t be managed.”
“He means it,” I tell Georgiy. “I watch Anthony and Tatum have sex all the time.”
“You most definitely should not be,” Anthony says sternly. “I told you that if you’re watching, you need to make yourself known.”
I wiggle in my seat, his stern voice reminding me of the man sitting next to me.
He commands me so well.
“I usually whisper it, so I don’t break the rules. Or cross my fingers…”
“Bane,” Anthony growls, and I whimper slightly.
“Oh yes. Talk to me like that, Boss-man. It makes me very horny.”
Georgiy’s hand falls to my crotch, and he squeezes my bare cock roughly. I gasp as pain pulses through me. His nails dig into my balls, and I hunch over slightly, panting.
“Enough.” He leans toward me, and I shiver at how close he is. “You know who you belong to.”
My cock throbs, my balls ache, and he doesn’t let up. He just continues to squeeze me, making me even hornier. I love it when he’s rough. Love it when he commands me. I could easily disobey, could wiggle from his grasp, but I don’t want to.
I’ll make sure he gets what’s coming to him eventually.
Right now, I want to be owned.
My toes curl in the carpet and my cock hardens. Everyone can see it. It’s sticking out from the confines of the jacket I’m wearing.
“Anthony has lube in his drawer. Top right.”
Anthony sighs when I say that.
“What did I tell you about going through my drawers?”
“You told me not to, but it only made me want to do it more.”
Anthony rubs a hand across his jaw. “Should I leave and let you take care of him?”
Georgiy’s wrist twists, and I arch up as the ache moves down my thighs.
“No. I’d like to discuss what precautions you’re taking to make sure the tunnels are safe. What you’re doing isn’t good enough.”
Anthony’s face darkens. “Your opinion isn’t relevant.”
“It is. Especially when my property lives here.”
Anthony’s eyes flick to me, but I’m half gone with the way my dick throbs.
But then suddenly, his hand moves away from me, and I’m left to suck in air.
He leans forward, elbows on knees, ignoring me completely.
“I want assurances this won’t happen again.”
I know he’s talking about the attack on me.
“You have my word.”
“I mean,” I interrupt, tucking my dick beneath the jacket, “I wouldn’t make that promise. You know I like to get into trouble…”
Georgiy turns toward me, something sinister flickering in his eyes.
“Do I need to put a tracker on you?”
I blush and blink up at him. “If you must.”
“You’d probably manage to wriggle out of it,” he murmurs. “Perhaps I should implant it.”
My cheeks darken, and I nod. “You so should.”
“Maybe I already have.”
He stares at me long and hard and then turns back to Anthony.
“I’ll be staying here for an undetermined amount of time. To make sure what I’ve invested in remains intact. My things will be delivered this evening.”
Anthony dips his chin. “Of course. You’re welcome here.”
Georgiy stands up, and I follow, my head throbbing from how fast I stood.
Anthony reaches out, and Georgiy looks at his outstretched hand.
“I’ll shake that when this is over and he’s still alive.”
Anthony drops his arm and moves to meet my stare.
“Good luck.” I don’t know who he’s talking to, but he doesn’t need to wish me anything. I have the best-worst luck on Earth.
They cancel each other out.
I just exist.
“Come, Bane,” Georgiy says as he moves toward the door.
I trot after him, nearly tripping when I catch sight of his ass looking fine in that custom pair of slacks.
“Are you going to touch my dick again?” I ask as I finally catch up with him. He has the longest legs. So strong. I’ve never seen them bare, but one day, I’m going to cut the clothes off him and bite every inch of that delicious body.
He doesn’t answer, just makes his way toward the stairs, and when I stop to wheeze dramatically, he turns toward me and sweeps me into his arms. Devil take me, he’s strong.
My dick is still hard and now it’s poking straight up at him. But it goes ignored. I don’t know how he does it. If I saw his dick, I’d drop to my knees and swallow it.
Like an owl eating its prey.
“Where are you taking me?” I ask when he’s halfway to the second floor.
“Your room. Where you’ll rest until you’re better.”
I push out my bottom lip in a very dramatic pout. “But I want to go to your room.”
“You get no say in the matter.”
“I’m not a child.”
“You behave like one.”
That hurts my feelings. My mouth closes, and I turn my head away slightly. I half-expect Georgiy to set me down when he gets to the second floor, but he walks me to the bedroom I slept in earlier and deposits me onto the bed. Gently, might I add. Not rough like he sometimes gets.
“You need to stay here. And if you don’t, there will be consequences.”
“And if I listen and do as I’m told?” I ask, feeling my pulse flutter in my neck.
“You’ll see.”
The promise in his voice keeps me right where I am, waiting for him to return.
What is he going to do to me?
I can’t wait to find out.