Bunny and the Beast(Divine Creek Ranch 22)(43)

“I’m glad your kitchen is unharmed, ma’am,” Bunny said softly, still sounding a little out of breath.

“Please call me Carmen, mi hija,” she said as she patted Bunny’s shoulder. “That was scary, but I’m glad we’re all okay.” The on-site staff wandered back down the corridor murmuring to each other, with Jade trailing after. Soon it was just him, Bunny, Hughes, and Beckett.

Collecting his thoughts, he said, “Beckett, in the morning, let’s get in touch with the company who installed the alarm system. Who was it again?”

Beckett glanced at Bunny. “Grogan Home Theater and Communications did it for us when the mansion was built, sir.”

Bunny was able to smile, and he was glad of it after the scare she’d had, and she nodded. “That was before my time, but I’m familiar with the system and the type of installation. I’m also certified. I could have a look?”

Satisfied, Joseph nodded. “Perhaps, but not right this minute.” It didn’t sit well with him for some reason, maybe his macho side coming out under duress, but he wanted her safe, not tracing a system that might have faulty wiring. He turned to his personal assistant. “Thanks, Beckett. We’ll deal with it in the morning. For now, go back to bed. That’s what we’re all going to do,” he added, looking at her.

She might as well know he’d claimed her here and now, unless she walked away in the morning. But that would be later. Not at this ungodly hour.

Beckett nodded. “Sir, I’d be happy to call the alarm company and deal with the fire department, if they come.”

He was paying the man to assist him, after all. “Thank you, Beckett. That would be much appreciated, if you don’t mind?”

“Not at all, sir. Hope you’re able to get some rest,” he murmured before leaving them alone.

“What time is it?” she murmured as she pushed her hair, all wild and vibrant, away from her face.

“Four thirty,” he said after glancing at the clock hanging over the sink.

“Shoot. We didn’t even get to sleep for an hour.”

“Watching you, fiammetta, I haven’t slept at all.”

Her cheeks flushed, and she playfully poked his shoulder. “Oh, Beastly.”

Upstairs in his suite, she let the robe slide from her shoulders into a puddle on the floor and climbed right back into his messy bed. His dick tightened at the sight of her sweet little cunt on display. She looked at him invitingly over her shoulder, biting her bottom lip. She wanted more.

He reached for another condom from the night table and sheathed himself, growing more stimulated as she watched him and made a purring sound. Climbing onto the bed behind her, he pulled her back into his embrace and lifted her hips.

She arched and shuddered as their bodies joined in a hot surge. “Yes!”

And she called him insatiable.





Chapter Eleven




Bunny giggle-snorted as she reached for the dill pickle on her plate. “Bless your heart, Beastly. If I have to submit to that, then so do you.”

“That’s not the way it works, and keep your voice down when you use that nickname.” He frowned down at his plate, a soft growl of consternation rumbling in his chest, and she mashed her lips down hard on her grin.

“Sorry, Sir,” she whispered, rubbing her denim-clad ankle against his under the kitchen table in consolation. “That’s just one more thing you can spank me for later. I’m sure you have a list.”

His grin was slow and scary, and a little evil, as he looked up at her from his meal. She got wet and squirmy, and his grin told her he knew it.

She’d been upstairs, inspecting the alarm system, tracing and checking the connections, when Mrs. Hernandez had called her to let her know lunch was ready.

Stomach growling, she’d come down to the kitchen and found Joseph just sitting down at the table, a manila folder beside him.

The cook had pointed at the other plate, which contained a hot gourmet-looking sandwich and said, “That’s for you, mi hija.”

When she’d joined Joseph at the table, she’d pointed at the folder and said, “What’s up?” and he’d told her they needed to discuss her general health because of the issue with her neck the night before and also what their expectations were. Evidently Doms had a list for everything, including hygiene.

“It’s a basic personal upkeep request, Bunny, one that many Doms expect. All the Hazelle House subs get fully waxed. I want you to also.”

“But it hurts. Didn’t you tell me the other night that you had spent time submitting while your mentor was training you?”

He nodded. “Yes, I did. Every Dom should know what it’s like from the submissive’s perspective.”