“Niki.”
He turns his manic ice blue eyes towards me.
I grin. “Fetch.”
Maxim gives me the signal and I lunge forwards toward the pretty girl. She’s all legs and curves and clearly has a mean streakjudging by the state of Maxim’s nose. I wish I’d seen it. The sight of him covered in blood does something to my insides and I’m not sure what to make of it. But that’s a thought for later. After I’ve caught the pretty little rabbit.
She stands there for a minute, frozen and my heart rate kicks up a notch. Such a pretty little rabbit.
“Might want to run, princess,” Maxim shouts from behind me and it jolts her into action.
She turns on those killer heels and starts to run down the corridor.
“Help!” she screams.
Silly little rabbit. There’s nobody coming to rescue her. I made sure of that. We own this place and I’ve pulled all the guards back and set up a perimeter. When Maxim sent me that Code 2 message, I immediately cordoned off this section of the club. No one in or out apart from me and Maxim.
I wasn’t expecting to find him nursing a broken nose and this tiny woman staring at him in disbelief.
I’m glad he told me to chase her.
The fact that she punched the head of the Mafia did things to my dick.
She’s fast, even in those stilettos.
But not fast enough.
I grab her arm and propel her into the wall. She throws her elbow back, connecting with my ribs.Cheeky fucker.
I narrowly miss the sharp heel of her shoe as she tries to kick backwards. I cage her against the wall, pinning her arms into the small of her back. Her curvy ass rubs against me and I have the sudden urge to grind my hips into hers.
“Get off me, you animal!” she seethes, bucking against my hold, but her tiny frame is no match for me.
I fasten the zip ties around her wrists, loving the delightful little gasp that escapes her mouth.
She continues to buck against my hold and it’s starting to piss me off. I press against her, squashing her between my chest and the wall. She feels so small beneath me. So fragile. So breakable.
A groan tries to escape my throat but it’s nothing more than a grunt of breath. Losing my voice had been devastating. I’d lost a sense of who I was and communicating became nearly impossible. I learnt to sign but sometimes, the loss of my voice still feels debilitating.
I pat down her sides, making sure she isn’t hiding any weapons.
“Get your filthy hands off me, you heathen.” She writhes beneath me, trying to wriggle her body away from my grasp. “This dress is worth a fucking fortune, and I will not have you ruin it.”
I snort and roll my eyes. Spoilt little rich girl. What the fuck is Maxim getting us into with this one? I mean, the dress is fucking sinful and it’s short enough that I can almost see the globes of her ass, but it’s covered in silver sequins and gems. Probably hand sown on by silent nuns in some backwater part of the world or some shit.
“Untie me right now, you brute.”
Well, that isn’t going to happen. I pull the duct tape out of my pocket and rip a piece off with my teeth. I press even harder against her so she can’t move, then I grip her chin and force her head backwards before slapping the duct tape across those luscious lips. Her eyes are wide, and I can feel her pulse throbbing in her neck. God, she smells so fucking good. I press my nose against the top of her head and breathe deeply.
She squirms and makes noises behind the tape. Such beautiful little whimpers and mewls and fuck do I wanna hear what she sounds like with my cock buried at the back of her throat.
I trace my tongue behind her ear and shit, that was a mistake. She tastes sweet, like candied apples and a musk that’s all her. A tang that hits my tongue and I wonder if her pussy is going to taste the same.
She whimpers again, but I don’t think it’s in fear.
Interesting…
“Stop playing with your food,” Maxim chuckles before pulling her from my grasp. I have a sudden urge to steal her back.
