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Chapter Fourteen
ROGAN
Oh, yes. Seems the little kitten likes her new apartment. I knew she would. I mean, who wouldn’t?
It’s decked out with the latest tech, most of which she’s not even discovered yet. Relaxing back in my leather chair, I watch my wall of monitors as she searches room after room, getting acclimated to her new space.
My favorite was when she discovered her lingerie drawer. I have to give it to Alistair on that one, great fucking idea.
I love how under our control she is. Every choice she makes is influenced by us. What she eats, what she wears, how she lives… Every decision is directly impacted by my brothers and me.
We didn’t use that kind of power with the last personal assistant. For one, she was old enough to be our mother, and two, she was a badass in her own right. She worked for our father before us and knew our business almost better than we did.
But this new girl? This fresh fucking meat so sweet and supple, she needs a firm hand? Everything I know about her is a lie that I fully intend to unravel. I will know all her secrets, from her deepest fears to what makes her cunt pulse with need, and what parts of her body I need to stimulate in order to hear her whimper and beg for more.
My dick likes the sound of that too, and whether she likes it or not, I will discover it all, because that’s what I do. Information is a turn-on for me, and the more I know, the more powerful I become. This is true in business as well as my private life.
I’ve investigated every client who wishes to use our services myself. I know where they like to eat, how they take their coffee, who they associate with, and which brand of alcohol they prefer.
I know everything.
And soon, I’ll know all about her.
The moment I read her résumé, I knew it was a lie. No one has credentials that good and acts like she does. She has no class, and she clearly grew up without money. She has nothing to call her own, if the two shitty boxes she brought with her are anything to go by. Her mouth is fouler than the crooks we deal with, and if she’s not careful, I’ll stuff it with something to shut her up.
So who is she really?
Is Rory even her real name?
Do I even fucking care?
Maybe I won’t even call her by her name, give her a pet name instead just to piss her off.
But I can think more on that later.
Right now, all I care about is watching the curves of her body as she strips off her clothes more carefully than I anticipated. Then she drops her clothes into a ball on the floor and walks her fine ass into her shower.
Her pert, rosy nipples peak in the water, her long black hair clinging to her skin as droplets bathe her tan skin and delicious curves. I switch angles, using the camera attached to the shower wand. I almost laugh at myself for adding that one. I know I’m a dick for doing it, but I really don’t fucking care.
Rory is my property, whether she likes it or not.
Maybe someday I’ll show her all the cameras just to see her reaction to knowing she can’t do anything without me seeing.
Maybe not.
My cock grows rock-hard as she finds the soap and lathers up her body, massaging her breasts and running her hands up and down her skin. I’d give anything to be the loofa she grabs and scrubs along her curves.
She finds the shampoo and massages her hair, letting out happy sighs as she rubs her scalp, the shower causing bubbles to cascade down her body.
Fuck, the things I plan on doing to this girl.
Naughty things.
Depraved things.
Things that will hurt her and feel good at the same time.
She doesn’t know what she’s gotten herself into. My brothers and I might not be cobras, but I can promise our bite stings just the same.
