You Are Mine Little Sister (by Syra Tucker) novel Chapter 85

VOID

Oh, Green.

This woman tend to forget I was The Torturer. A sadist who thrived on inflicting pain on people.

Simply because I loved her too much to lose her didn't mean I forgot how to touch where it hurts the most. And she should've known that by now.

She scurried away from the wall as soon as I released her. Leaning against a dresser, a smile made its way to my lips as I watched her go to the large wall mirror and run a hand along the collar.

Stamped boldly on the side: "His Property."

I'd gotten it some years back and always imagined what it'd look like around my woman's neck. Who would've thought it'd look this fitting?

"What the hell is this? Take it off!"

"Why don't you try?"

I shot her the smile that came with bad decisions, knowing she'd already tried.

"Looks like it needs a key," I clicked my tongue. "Lucky for you, I might know where to find one."

She rolled her eyes, trying to dismiss this as something playful and time-wasting. Except I could see the fear starting to build in her eyes.

"Seriously, Void. I don't have time for this. Where's the key."

My heart did that pathetic twitch again. That damned skip in my chest like her voice had a leash on it. A lot of people called me Void, but it was always different rolling off Rali's tongue.

I guess it had to do with the satisfaction that she knew who I was and was still stuck with me.

"You'll get the key when you've impressed me. Otherwise, you're walking into that office with that collar around your neck, Green." On a second thought, "Everyone will get to know you're taken."

That got her. The fear in her eyes doubled.

This time, she worked around a swallow before addressing me. "I'm running late for work. You really need to—"

"You still have two hours. The faster you work, the better, I think."

"What in God's name is this!?"

I shrugged. "Making you my slave for the morning. You seem to forget I'm a man who thrives on control."

Her throat worked with another nervous swallow, and God, I could watch it all day. "This is over a mere cup of tea?"

"I've killed men for lesser crimes."

Her lips eased open, eyes wide with the fear that finally understood what kind of monster she was dealing with. This was definitely my favorite Rali-look. Was she forgetting she had a scar behind her thigh from where I marked her?

"You'll make me the tea, Rali, and bread toast," I said before adding, "naked."

She gawked at me like I just told her the moon was pink.

"Sorry, what did you say?"

"You'll start by taking those off." I jutted my chin toward the pant and bra top she already had on.

"No! No way. I'm not doing this with you."

I shrugged. "You don't necessarily have to. It'll be fun watching you move around with my collar."

Fury worked its way to her eyes. "You wouldn't."

Now, she was daring me. "Say that one more time and you're not getting that collar off. You'll still do what I want, though."

Her hands fisted beside her. Those tiny hands that couldn't knock out a rat.

I glanced at the wall clock. "You're running out of time. And I'm not just talking about work."

"You can't—"

"If you say another word, I'm not taking it off."

She stopped talking, though her lips moved like they wanted to say more.

Slipping two fingers into the collar, I jerked her toward me. Her breath rushed across my face when she gasped.

"If you hesitate on my order for as little as one second, I'll whip your ass so hard you'll forget how to sit." I reveled in her shock. "And the leash stays on, of course."

I stroked her lower lip with the kind of reverence reserved for things you're about to ruin. And when it shivered, it was intoxicating.

Oh, to have Rali do my bidding without having the power to argue....It was pure bliss.

I chuckled and stepped away from her, ignoring the death glare she threw my way.

"Now, grab my laptop and come make my tea."

......

I'd seen a lot of things in life, but watching Rali make me breakfast in my kitchen 'naked' was a whole new discovery worth framing.

The fact that she didn't have any clothes on except for the collar around her neck was the most sinful thing I've ever seen.

Sitting across from her at the barstool by the kitchen island, I was torn between watching my laptop screen or the perfect bounce of her ass as she moved. I wanted to bend her over right there and split her in half.

But I had better plans

A text from Eric gripped my attention on the laptop. Finally, some distraction.

ERIC: We're done through Creighton. The purchase was made by a woman. Gretchen Stone.