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The double doors to our room are already open as I carry her inside.
A meow seems to wake Cassandra from the haze of lust, and she wriggles in my hold. I put her down, and she runs over to the cat carrier.
“Ms. Kittles!” She opens it and clutches the gray tabby to her chest.
“She is unharmed as promised.” I strip off my suit coat, then unbutton my shirt, and step into my closet for a moment.
When I return, Cassandra is plopped on the rug and cuddling her pet. “I’m so sorry. Did those mean men hurt you? Did they mistreat my sweet one? Did you tell them you’re the greatest spider-slayer this world has ever known?”
The cat eats it up, meowing pitifully and butting Cassandra’s head.
I stride over and drop to my haunches.
The beautiful feline stiffens.
So does the cat.
“Hello, Ms. Kittles, we haven’t been properly introduced.” I hold out my hand, expecting the tabby to scratch and bite me.
Instead, she eyes my hand, then moves closer.
Cassandra’s eyes widen when Ms. Kittles licks my proffered fingers.
“She’s never done that before.” Cassandra shakes her head, then looks at me with something just short of admiration. “You’re the only man she’s ever liked.”
“Animal intuition.” I use my fingers--the ones I coated with tuna oil--to scratch Ms. Kittles’ head while I smile down at my vixen. “She knows you and I are meant to be.”
6
CASSANDRA
Ipick up a purring Ms. Kittles and hold her in my lap, away from Luke. She likes him. She doesn't like anyone. Though, it could be because he’s provided her this castle. What girl wouldn't be a little excited about that? It will be even better when it’s just ours. I have no idea what I’ll do with all this space. Ms. Kittles could have her own wing if she wants. I doubt it though. She loves her little princess bed that I see out of the corner of my eye. Now that I look around, I notice that all my things are here. Luke must have had them brought over. At least that’s done. One less thing I’ll have to do once I get rid of him.
“I think something fishy is going on around here,” I say, still not believing she licked him. I was sure she was about to bite him and I was going to get a good laugh.
Luke smirks, not denying it. Probably because I’m crazy. How could he have gotten her to lick him? Damn it. She is falling under his weird touchy spell, too. We just need to make sure he doesn't touch us anymore. My mind keeps saying it, but my body doesn’t always seem to listen. The way he just scoops me up and turns me around and kisses me and turns me on, it’s ridiculous. I need to be stronger.
“I am having fish prepared for Ms. Kittles for dinner. The chef is making it now.” Luke stands. “If that is to her liking?”
I feed her canned food. He is trying to one up me with my own cat.
“I feed her.” Fine. I’m bitter.
Ms. Kittles curls into a ball, getting comfortable on my very expensive wedding dress. She doesn't look the least bit upset about anything. Why isn't she freaking out? I guess I’m doing it enough for the both of us.
“I’d planned to eat you, but it looks like that will have to wait.”
I let out a small gasp.
He probably did have those plans, and I’d almost let him. When he gets that mouth on me, I seem to forget everything. Especially the fact that I’m supposed to kill him. Ms. Kittles had saved the day earlier, breaking me from the lust fog I’d fallen under. She no longer holds just the title of spider slayer, but cock blocker as well. I pet her little head in appreciation.
“There will be no more licking.” I point first to Luke then to Ms. Kittles, who ignores me and licks my finger. She doesn't seem as happy with my finger as she did Luke’s.
She gets up from my dress, trotting over to her bed and plopping down.
Luke reaches down. I let out a small scream as he lifts me to my feet. He helps me balance so I don’t fall over in my heels. “Get ready for dinner. I had your things brought over and picked some things out myself as well.”
“I’m not hungry.” I look anywhere but at him, because I notice my eyes keep going to his handsome face. Ever since he mentioned he had plans to eat me, I keep thinking about that face between my thighs. If the way he kisses is indicative of the pleasure he can provide, then it’s no wonder I can’t stop thinking about it.
