Kill Or Be Killed

Chapter Twenty-Six

Scale Number: 3 (In chair)

Kalayavan shook his head and firmly closed the bedroom door, turning the gold lick for good measure, then spun around to stare at his gorgeous little pet who had started doing a small dance. Chuckling, he said, "I believe the bathroom is that one," he pointed to the closer of the two doors opposite of him, and his poor woman didn't waste a second rushing toward it. When the bathroom door closed behind her, he felt his face fall and the stress begin to pull at his shoulders.

He walked languidly towards the bed and ran the tips of his fingers across the soft comforter spread over it. The silk white canopy cover coiled down to wrap around the posts, flooding his head with thoughts. Reaching out to clutch the sturdy frame, he tested its durability with a hardy shake. He managed to smirk to himself when the mahogany didn't budge a centimeter.

Before Caterina was finished, he was sure to do a quick but thorough sweep over the room. Checking for both listening devices and cameras that Christopher might have thought he could get away with hiding. Just finishing up when he heard the toilet flush and the sink run for a minute, he opened the window. Making quick work of tossing out the handful of devices that he'd discovered, just in time so that his pet didn't see him.

Opening the door open with a soft click, Caterina stepped out looking refreshed as he was locking the window tight. He turned to watch her walk over to the bed and run her hand along it just like he had. While she was distracted from the soft sensation, he sauntered forward, stopping only a foot or so behind her. Not touching her, but close enough that she knew he was there. Turning on her heel, she jerked back into the side of the mattress, flinging her head back so she could look up at him.

"Can I help you with something?" She bit down on her lower lip and tried not to squirm against his member. Failing.

He let out a soft groan, clutching the back of her neck, his fingers weaving through her satiny locks. Bringing his mouth down on hers, he was sure to be tender, refusing to let the anger the mortal male had put into him bleed through the connection. The tip of his tongue pushing forward, spreading her lips so their tongues could swirl together. Her taste was as intoxicating as each time before, making it hard for him to pull back to ask, "I'm about to help you lose that attitude if you don't watch it." He rumbled out from deep within his chest as his lips continued to brush against hers. Feeling her hesitation against his mouth in response, he pulled back to raise an eyebrow, she seemed to know exactly what he was referring to.

"I'm sorry for earlier," lowering her eyes, fixating on adjusting his tie, probably wondering if she could use it to strangle him. "I'm just really nervous, clearly you don't seem to trust these people," looking up again, she added, "And I'm a little scared."

Kal dropped his hands to her ass, using his thumbs to rub circles through the material of her dress. He leaned in, sucking her earlobe into his mouth so he could nibble on the edge of it. Moan vibrated from her throat, announcing for him to continue feeling his way down her legs until he was at the hem of her dress touching her skin. He loved the way she felt like sheet silk, "Good girl." he growled into the depression behind her ear, "I accept your apology."

There was no point in trying to lie about how dangerous these people were, without him around or the proper security there was a possibility one of the men might see an easy meal.

He was surprised when she used her hand to push him up so it traveled up her thighs until it met with the thin fabric of her panties that covered her lips. They were already soaked with her desire and the feeling of it had his cock straining in his dress pants, begging to be released. Glancing at the exorbitant clock that hung on the wall over the fireplace mantel, he knew it would be unsavory to keep their hosts waiting too long on their first night there.