Page 49 of Insidious Heart
Maybe we really are perfect for each other.
“You can tell me the truth later.” Victor stares at the door for a few seconds before those unique eyes find mine again. “We have all the time in the world to reveal our secrets, but there are two very pressing matters I have to attend to before I fuck you again.”
I grin as he dips his head and plants a hard kiss on my lips. Even though he has his secrets too, I have a feeling Victor is the most honest man I know and he won’t ever sugarcoat anything with me.
“And what are these two very pressing matters?”
He gets to his feet and gives his recovered phone a shake. “Gotta make a call real quick. Checking in at home base so my handler doesn’t think I’ve gone off the rails.”
Yeah, there’s a lot to unpack there but it was honest, and I really like that.
“The other matter?” I sigh as I stretch out my legs before curling back up into a ball.
“Food.”
“Food?”
Victor nods as he looks down at his phone. “Dude my size needs a lot of fuel, little dove. Especially since I plan to keep you very busy tonight.”
My gaze immediately drops to his dick, already half hard and just as beautiful as the rest of him. I can see three piercings right now, but I felt more the other night when I was brave enough to put my hand on it, and it’s kind of amazing how they almost make it look pretty. I won’t tell him that though; I doubt anyone would want to hear that I think his cock ispretty, but Victor’s is the only pierced one I’ve had or seen, and it’s also the first dick I’ve been able to really look at for any length of time outside of a blowjob or something. And I find that his dick is my favorite, therefore I’m allowed to think it’s pretty.
“I’m glad you agree.”
I blush as I look up at Victor, but smile because he is.
“And while I definitely enjoy the way you’re looking at me and my cock, it’s important that I make sure you’re fed something other than him tonight.”
“I have food.”
Victor frowns again. “But we’re locked in.”
Instead of responding, I reluctantly push myself off my bed and walk my bare butt over to the wardrobe that’s actually a pantry with a mini fridge in the bottom.
It’s a necessity for me, just like the ridiculous first aid kit and amount of cleaning supplies I have in the bathroom because I’m locked in here more often than not and regardless of what he thinks of me, my father would rather I not starve to death.
Most of the time.
I open the doors to reveal a few shelves stocked with the staple snacks and canned goods, another two with a small coffee maker, microwave, and an electric cooktop as well as some plates, bowls, and glasses.
“It’s nothing five star, but I have plenty to eat and I’m pretty good at whipping up something out of nothing when I need to.”
“Why do you have all of this?”
“It makes things easier.”
“Easier?”
I nod as my gaze bounces around at the food on the shelves. “Like I said, Beau doesn’t trust anyone, and the idea of me walking downstairs and wading through the sea of meatheads isn’t one he’s a fan of.”
“Neither am I, but I’m not sure I care for this fucking prison he keeps you in either.”
“It is what it is.” I shrug and reach out to grab the loaf of bread before opening the fridge to take out the butter and cheese. “It isn’t ideal and seems pretty strange, but this has kept me safe from the guys in the club for a long time.” From everyone but my father anyway. And Joker, but he was the exception for some insane reason, and he’s not a problem anymore. “Call it overprotective, overbearing even, but worse things could happen than hanging out in my bedroom watching true crime documentaries and eating junk food.”
Victor huffs but doesn’t say anything else, the conversation about myprisonseemingly over for now, and as I get to fixing us some grilled cheese and tomato soup, I listen intently to his phone call without an ounce of shame.
“I’m good… no, nothing like that.” I hear Victor start to pace. “Taps were working fine and they should keep transcribing. Everything will sync with my laptop and I’ll update you when I get home.” Then he chuckles before what I can only guess is him flopping down on my bed. “No,Johnathon, I’m not taking on any extrawork. I’ve found a rather beautiful little distraction and I’ll be indulging inhertonight. No need to get your tighty whities into a wad.”
With a small smile and blush, I flip the sandwiches in the pan then put the soup in the microwave.
