♥ Chapter 9 ♥
Caterina Vossini.
I arrive at Axel's building, and, before getting out of the car, I fix an icy gaze on Boris, who follows me with an expression of fear.
''Just pick me up tomorrow,'' I say in a sharp, implacable tone. ''If anything happens, sort it out yourself. Don't you dare interrupt me tonight.
Boris nods, his body trembling under my coldness. The tension is palpable, and the fear is evident in his eyes.
I get out of the car and walk into the building, a place so tacky it doesn't even have a doorman. I walk up the steps with lethal calm, my every step deliberate and calculated, like that of a predator about to pounce on its prey. Furthermore, I reach the door of Axel's apartment and, with a wicked smile, I take my gun out of its holster, adjusting the silencer.
I shoot the door latch, which gives way easily. I open the door gently and look around, observing the simple, cluttered place. Likewise, I close the door behind me and walk towards the bedroom, my slow, deliberate steps echoing in the corridor. I try to open the bedroom door and notice that it's locked. A smile of amusement forms on my lips as I flick the latch again, opening the door with ease.
I see Axel lying on the bed, covered with a blanket, a sight I find inexplicably adorable. I walk over to an armchair in the corner of the room and sit down, crossing my legs in an elegant, predatory way, watching him intensely.
He soon realizes my presence and turns his head toward the door. His fear is palpable and only increases my excitement. When his eyes meet mine, the terror becomes evident. He sits up quickly in bed, and the sound of his heart beating fast is almost audible. I see him close his eyes, which causes me a cruel delight.
''Please, I haven't told anyone, please.'' He whispers in desperation, his voice trembling.
His desperation only excites me more, and a soft laugh escapes my lips.
''Little man, if you keep crying, I won't be able to control myself. '' My voice, although soft, carries a clear and relentless threat.
Every word carries a veiled threat. His fear and vulnerability are like a drug to me, and I'm more than ready to savor every moment.
I get up from the armchair, the intensity in my steps echoing the promise of dominance. With each slow step towards the bed, my eyes remain fixed on his, as if they were engraved in my mind.
He watches me with a look full of terror.
“H-H-How did you get in here?” he asks, his voice trembling.
I laugh softly, a sound full of cruelty and pleasure. A wicked smile curves my lips, and my answer is a mixture of disdain and amusement.
'' Do you think a closed door can stop me coming in?
I walk over to the light switch in the bedroom and flick it on, the bright light flooding the space and causing him to blink, trying to adjust to the sudden change.
The fear in his eyes is palpable, but what really captures my attention is the way he begins to analyze my clothes with a look of terror that is almost disconcerting. The way his eyes run over the tight black jeans, the leather blouse, and the high-heeled boots makes me feel a perverse pleasure. His anxiety, and the desperation evident on his face only increase my arousal.
''You know, during this week I haven't been able to stop thinking about you, my little one.'' My cold, cutting voice breaks the silence, charged with a subtle threat. ''I've gotten some information about you, Axel Norvelli, a young man of twenty-one who simply disappeared from his home in New York. Did you know that your parents are still looking for you?
He stands paralyzed, unable to move, as I approach the bed, the fear in his eyes becoming almost palpable.
'' Today, I simply had a delicious dream. It was a dream so good that I couldn't stay away. So I came here to make that dream come true. '' My voice is a melody of cruelty and desire, and I can feel the adrenaline pulsing through my veins.
The sound of his heart racing is almost deafening. With a predatory movement, I lie down on the bed and begin to crawl slowly towards him. He tries to sink into the headboard, a desperate gesture to disappear. This attempt only intensifies my amusement.
''W-what dream?'' he whispers, his voice trembling with deep fear.
I crack an even wider smile, a disturbing pleasure shining in my eyes.
''To taste you.'' I reply with a mischievous tone, the desire evident in every syllable.
Then I lean in and kiss him. Shock and fear overtake him, his lips inescapable beneath mine.
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