Still. Not my problem. “I’m losing patience here. It’s time to move beyond the oral part of the interview and onto the oral part of the interview.”
Her eyes widen, finally. That was all it took to bring back her apprehension. “You’re saying you want me to…”
“Suck my dick. Yes, Deanna.” I allow my eyes to take a slow tour of her now, admiring the impossibly perky tits partly visible thanks to her shirt’s deep v-cut. I want to bury my face in them, to mold them with my hands until she writhes against me. It’s probably been too long since she’s been touched by a man who knows how to do it—if she ever has.
I clear my throat, keenly aware of the thickening of my dick. “I need to be sure you know what you’re doing.”
“Right here and now?” Her chin quivers and fuck, I like that. I like knowing she’s not as strong as she pretends.
“Right here and now. No better place or time. You please me, and I set you up in your new home. You’ll have everything you need there. All your food, clothing, toiletries, entertainment. You could do much worse.”
“For now.”
I lift an eyebrow. “Pardon me?”
“My new home for now. Because this is only temporary.”
That’s it. That’s as much as I’m going to take. It might be the confusion she’s stirring up in me, it might be the way she tempts me to break the rules and go against my own terms. It might be the fact that she won’t break and stay broken.
Whatever it is, it makes me lunge forward, my hands wrapping around the top of the chair. One on either side of her, blocking her in. I lean closer, inhaling her scent, appreciating the warmth and sweetness of her.
And the uncertainty in her eyes. It’s more of a turn-on than anything else about her.
“Understand me, Deanna.” My voice is little more than a growl, and the sound makes her breath come fast and shallow. Or that could be the way I barely stop short of pressing my mouth to her throat while I absorb her addictive scent. “You’re going to do what I say. Who I say. When I say it’s time to do so.”
My lips brush her ear, making her shiver. “For as long as I say. Do you understand? Or do I need to continue making my point?” My hands tighten around the chair until the leather squeaks.
She doesn’t hesitate. “I understand. I’ll do what you want.”
Damn right, she will. “Then let’s get back to the interview, shall we?” Her sharp intake of breath makes me smile. She’s right on the edge between containing herself and losing control.
This is going to be more fun than I expected.
Chapter Four - Delilah
What’s my play here? What am I supposed to do?
I can’t leave my sister in this monster’s hands. That much I know right off. She’s too fragile, too wounded. Knowing what Greg did, how heartless he is, would be too much for her to handle in the state he’s already put her in.
Just when I thought I couldn’t hate that bastard more, here I am, imagining the pleasure of cutting him into pieces while he’s alive to feel it. He stole from her and handed her over to a fucking mob boss. Death is too good for him.
But can I do this? Deanna can’t, but that doesn’t mean I’m capable, either. Pretending to be her is one thing, but pretending to want to suck and fuck an endless array of men is sort of beyond what I think I’m capable of.
If it means sparing her, though? I’ll do it. I don’t have a choice.
“So, Deanna.” Luca Bruno is practically wearing my clothes, he’s so close to me, his hot breath making me grit my teeth and shiver at the same time. His lips are almost close enough to my skin to kiss it, and I shiver again at the possibility. “It’s time to show me what you’re capable of. I’ve heard you’re good at it, but I’m afraid that’s not enough. I can’t pawn off a cold fish on my clients.”
My jaw tightens and I have to force myself to keep breathing. It’s got to be obvious, how nervous he makes me, but that doesn’t mean I want him to hear me hyperventilating. He expects me to give him a blowjob, the depraved bastard, even knowing how uneasy I am about this whole thing.
Not like I don’t know how depraved people can be. Not like I’ve never had to force myself through something I didn’t want to do, something that made my skin crawl.
I was protecting my sister then, too. This is just like those days, just like every time I’ve put myself between Deanna and something I knew would hurt her. I’ve always been the resilient one, the one with a strong sense of myself. She’s always depended on other people. Their opinions, their attention. She could be talked into anything. Is it any wonder I’m so protective?
I turn my head a little, putting us almost mouth-to-mouth. “Can I ask a favor?” I whisper, forcing myself to meet his gaze. His eyes are dark, bottomless pools. Empty, like a shark’s. If what I’ve heard about his family is anything close to true, he might as well be one.
A corner of his generous mouth quirks upward in a smirk. “I don’t usually grant favors to my employees. I’ve already given you more time than I normally give interviewees.”
What a prince. “It’s just that when I worked, I went by a different name. My clients called me Delilah.” It’s a gamble, but the odds are in my favor. I doubt Greg told him much about Deanna beyond where she lives and the tattoo we share. I can’t imagine why he’d mention her having a twin—and the fact that Luca’s errand boy didn’t question which twin I am confirms this.