Chapter 10 Nina
NINA
Blake
Good morning, executioner.
BunnytheKiller
Ooo fancy. Very formal.
Blake
What are you doing today?
Right now, I’m in bed, with my phone in one hand, and the fingers of the other in my knickers as I remember Blake making me come last night.
I can pretend it was the toy, but the memory of his voice, telling me I was his good girl, is the thing that makes me flame with need.
Later I’ll be at my desk, trying not to think about Blake all day, and wondering if he’ll send me something else.
I’m going to save the money Blake gave me, in case Aaron’s mistake is discovered, and we have to leave London in a hurry.
But I can dream a bit about what I would spend it on, if I could.
It would buy around fifty-thousand new books.
But if I used it to replace my salary, I think it would allow me to do the university course I’ve been longing to do.
Maybe publish the stories that swirl in my head as I fall asleep.
Aaron wouldn’t like it, though. Would say it’s an insecure profession.
So I’ll go to the office, and keep my delicious secrets.
BunnytheKiller
Just work. You?
Blake
There’s a meeting of the London Maths Club to talk about the dispute with the Essex Cartel.
BunnytheKiller
War and maths. Those two things both sound soooooo fun, but not what I’d normally combine.
Blake
The Maths Club is the unofficial nickname for the London Mafia Syndicate. Apparently, it’s because once they all pretended to be maths enthusiasts so one man’s girlfriend wouldn’t realise he was in the mafia.
BunnytheKiller
While it’s early, I feel confident in saying that’s the wildest thing I’ll hear all day.
Blake
But actually, I’ll be spending the day plotting how to seduce you so you’ll come to me and beg me to take you.
I cannot breathe. He didn’t just say that. Did he?
I rub my eyes, but when the blur clears, it’s still there on the messaging app. I’ve been comprehensively proven wrong. A maths club is nothing compared to the Norwood mafia boss declaring he’s going to seduce me.
Instead of trying to think of a smart retort, I let my fingers slip down to where they sink into wetness.
Please, Blake.
The words are on the tip of my tongue as I circle my clit.
Take me. Please.
The pleasure spirals so easily with his threat in my mind and his intention shimmering down my spine. Seduce you. Beg me.
Make me yours, I’m begging you.
I come with a whisper, shuddering under the covers.
“Blake.” As the pleasure sweeps over me, my heart breaks.
To protect my brother, I can never let him find me. I can never beg to be his.