Page 24 of Phantom Flower

Little Fairy:

I just like them. Why are you asking me so much? What do you want?

Straight to the point. I liked that fire.

Dimitri:

You. I already told you that. I want you on your knees again, this time with my cock instead of my gun. I want to watch you cry and come untouched while I ruin that tight little throat properly. I want every single breath you take to belong to me.

The bubble appeared and disappeared several times.

He was rattled.

Perfect.

Little Fairy:

You can’t have me.

Dimitri:

Too late, little fairy. I already do.

Little Fairy:

[eye roll emoji] Don’t you have anyone else to annoy? Go torture someone who actually wants your attention.

Dimitri:

Jealous? Don’t worry. You have my undivided attention.

Little Fairy:

I have to go to sleep.

Dimitri:

Goodnight, little fairy.

I locked the phone and crushed the cigarette under my boot. One of the men on the floor let out a final gurgle. I stood and left.

I took the stairs two at a time, lighting another cigarette as I climbed. The penthouse above was dark except for the city glow bleeding through the floor-to-ceiling windows. My father’s men would clean up the mess by morning.

They always did. I didn’t need to babysit corpses.

My mind was already upstairs, back on the phone in my hand.

I could not stop thinking about him. That red flower in his hair had been a nice touch today.

Defiant little thing.

I had watched him from across the quad earlier, the way he kept touching it like it was armor.

Cute.

He thought it made him untouchable. It only made me want to pluck it off and watch him squirm when he realized nothing protected him from me.

The phone buzzed in my hand.