Chapter 32
Atlas
I decided Kitten could stay alone while I took care of the hit tonight. She was genuinely excited about not having my brother sit with her. What would it hurt to let her roam free through the house?
There was no escape. The remote was coming with me, and I would have one of my guys watch the cameras.
In case of a fire, I had built-in sprinklers throughout the house, so I wasn't too worried about a blaze breaking out.
My office would be secure from her prying eyes, and any connection to the outside world was locked in the safe behind my bedroom wall. She wasn't going anywhere.
The only concern I had right now was the look in her eyes when I told her my plans to have her fixed. Although she tried to hide her anger, I had learned to read her body signals these past weeks.
I felt her heart thumping through her chest; that's how hard it was beating after I told her what to expect for her future. I knew she would be upset, and who wouldn't be?
This is the reason I waited until the last minute to spring it on her. I watched her closely, waiting for her to throw a tantrum, hit me, or do something, but she didn't. She just sat in my lap with a look of hurt and anger spread across her face.
I gave her a few minutes to let my plan sink in, yet she still didn’t move an inch. Maybe she thought I would renege on my promise to let her stay alone.
I would not have. If she wants to lash out at me, I will allow it once. Lately, her feelings mattered to me.
I reached out and stroked the top of her head. My voice was pleasant. She at the very least deserved that much from me.
"Kitten, I know you're upset and trying to hide your anger. I can read your body language, pet. I want you to understand that this is for the best. Trust me, you don't want me to father your children. I am a killer, and my moral compass is lower than pond scum.”
She looked at me with a mixture of sadness and rage brewing in her fiery green eyes.
“Why would you have to have my tubes cut and tied? I am on birth control. You know, the implant you forced upon me the second night I was with you, remember?”
I wrapped my arms around her waist, squeezing gently.
“Pet, I don’t trust any type of birth control. My mother conceived me while taking the pill. I am not one to make mistakes, but having a child is one mishap I will not be careless about. This is the best way to prevent it."
I looked at her compassionately; my tone was low.
"I understand you have the implant in your arm, but I never trusted it.
I had it done for preventative measures only, just in case.
The first time, I pulled out and took your anal cherry that night because the birth control would not have worked, anyway.
The doctor told me I had to wait seven days, and although fucking you in the ass is very pleasant, I will only do it occasionally.
My fear of getting you pregnant is the reason I always chose your back door, pet.
I would rather bury myself in your pussy, so the tubes must go, sweetheart. "
I caressed her arm, trying to calm her. I could see the anger in her eyes. She wasn't fooling me. I knew she was upset, so I stroked her hair tenderly and kissed her forehead. I felt her tremble against me and heard the tears rush forward. For once, I was not excited to see her cry.