"Impressive," Elena finally got over her shock.
"Thank you, Miss Lincoln. I'm glad you finally found your voice," Robert gracefully got off the desk and walked up to her. The girl smelled his expensive perfume and the blood of his victim.
"Why did you call me? I have no intention of giving up my plans or changing them." "Daphne's company suits me, and I want to work with her," Elena dealt with Roberta's Charm and sat down in the chair opposite his desk.
"Miss Lincoln, Daphne Kruger is just a girl. She is flighty, rather frivolous and stupid. I'm offering you a job with me. Let's combine our companies into one, - Robert sat down on the table opposite her.
Elena tried not to look at the naked body of the old cannibal. She was here on business, not for sex.
- I see. Tempting. But I won't tolerate this fact. "What are my employees going to eat for being 3-5 minutes late for work," Lincoln raised his head. - And tie the secretaries to the rack and fuck them for unsweetened coffee.
Robert grinned. This was exactly the kind of Elena he was waiting for, this was exactly the kind of sub he wanted. The woman opposite him was the one who could challenge him.
- Miss Lincoln, you are a very daring woman. "You need a good spanking or a BDSM show," De Niro glanced at Elena's golden hair. Her sweet face and bold gray-blue eyes.
- I'm not afraid of you, Mr. De Niro. "I can spank anyone myself," Lincoln smiled. - I am the Mistress. Thanks to you.
- Wonderful, Lena. You were the highest inferior, and became an outstanding Mistress. If it weren't for me, you would now be an ordinary boring doll, a companion of some old sugar daddy. It was I who made you like this. You should be grateful to me, - the king of the cannibals whispered and, approaching Elena, put his hands on her shoulders.
Lincoln flinched. The touch of the cannibal was like a whip for her.
- I would rather have a family than submissives and power, - Elena said quietly.
- Oh, Lena, it's not just about BDSM. You achieve everything you want. A red diploma from Oxford, your own business at 28, the best outfits, front row seats at fashion and film shows... You are the queen of life. "Every queen needs a king," Robert stroked her hair. "You and I are very much alike. Give me a chance and I'll show it."
"I'm not interested in you." "I like timid young subs who will hang on my every word," Lincoln dropped his hands. "Are you done? Can I come over?"
"I thought you were staying for lunch," Robert found himself on a low table that stood against the wall and was set for three.
Elena's POV.
Oh my God, he's provoking me. He's just laughing at peculiarities and conventions. And for some reason I like it. But I won't admit it out loud.
"Al... Spanish Shame!" Nixon appears behind us. He shocked naked Robert's girlfriend, who pours wine from a crystal decanter into my glass.
"Good evening. Mr. Nixon," Robert says this in such a deadpan tone, as if he were fully dressed.
"Oh my God, cover yourself. Put something on, even a napkin," Edward covers his eyes with his hand.
"Don't be embarrassed, Edward. Forget that I'm naked. Will you join me and Elena for lunch?" Robert sits down at the table.
I sit down across from him. On my plate there is chicken curry, rice and vegetables. The same on Edward's plate. And here on Robert's plate is poorly cooked human flesh, in a glass of blood. I try not to watch my tormentor eat, and silently watch my lunch. Hmm, delicious... We eat in complete silence. I think about what De Niro said. and how much he has changed. He has become more reserved, more vicious, more shameless and more cruel. I am sure that if I were his slave now, he would fuck me in front of everyone. These thoughts make me shudder. My past is not repeating itself. Never...
So you're flying to London on Thursday? - Robert sipped his blood.
- How do you know all this? - Elena looked up.
Damn, De Niro was a walking embodiment of sin. His eyes were burning with the desire to lay Elena out on the table. An undisguised, dangerous desire. Well, in this game we play together. Lincoln quietly lowered her hands under her short white skirt and pulled down her black silk panties. Nixon didn't notice her movements, but Robert's sharp gaze caught them. A shocked expression appeared on his face.
- My people are watching you, Miss Lincoln. And I warn you, just go to London and you will bitterly regret it, - the Chief of the Cannibals growled.
- Empty threats, - Elena licked her lower lip. - My lawyers will sue you if a single hair falls from my head, or from the heads of my employees and loved ones. I am not afraid of you, I repeat.
Robert choked on blood. This girl felt him seduced, and now he was in danger. He wanted her. Guaranteed passionately. She is the same as him. There is Darkness in Elena, but the Darkness is controlled, tamed, and it does not interfere with the girl's life.
- Miss Lincoln, a dangerous woman. But I am even more dangerous, you do not know who you are dealing with, - Robert grinned. - And by the way, I own half of the shares of Kruger House. Daphne does not know this, but my word has the same weight as hers. I will veto the move, and you will not get anything, - Robert said calmly.
- Edward, please leave, - Elena asked the deputy.
- Can I at least take my lunch? "It is delicious," Edward said with his mouth full.
- I will order the same in the office, - the blonde assured the other, and he announced. As soon as he did, Lincoln stood up.
- Now listen here, Mr. De Niro. Only thanks to my deal, and I will expose you. The whole world will know what you did to me, to Daphne's family. I have dirt on you, and I will publish it at any moment. And I will gladly treat you to the same thing that you treated a 4-year-old girl who was innocent of anything, - Lincoln said calmly and ingratiatingly. Then she leaned under the table and put her panties, handed them to the silent Robert.
- And you will give me these at this meeting, which will never happen, - she hissed, coming close to the Dark Lord.
And only now Elena noticed the scars on his body. They were different: surrounded, letter-shaped, thick, long ... They disfigured his pumped up chest and flat stomach.
The girl swallowed and quickly turned out of the office.
Elena's POV
Edward is waiting for me outside. I go up to him and hug him silently. How hard it is... I thought I was dealing with an ordinary bloodthirsty cannibal King, but his scars gave me something to think about. How did he get them? When? Deep down, I felt sorry for him. If I managed to find the strength to open Grayham, find friends and family, then he is most likely alone... God, Lincoln, you pity your palace. He is a cruel creature, unworthy of anything but death, and you almost burst into tears at the sight of his scars. Who mourned your scars? Who can heal them? No one... And I have to live with this... I call a taxi and go home. My head is splitting, there is a lump in my throat. I need to calm down. I will never see Robert again and thank God.
At home, I take a hot bath with salt, foam and relax. I behaved as befits a woman of my gaze: boldly, brazenly assertively. The exit with panties, which I politely conduct with rebellion and some challenge to Robert. Not only he can shock and excite.
And Perhaps... If I had a happy childhood and did not have scars, we could even be friends... What's more, if I were an ordinary woman, perhaps I would respond to his views...
Beast! Damn girl! - De Niro raged and threw.
His servants ran out of the throne room in horror. Usually calm and cold Dark Lord crushed everyone in his path. Elena Lincoln, the woman he desired more than anything in the world, brazenly challenged him. He remembered her voice, her smooth movements and the black panties that the devil gave him, clearly with a subtext.
- Sire, she is not afraid of you, you knew that, - Scorsese looked fearfully into the room.
- I knew, but that she has a dossier on me... Usually these are my quirks, but she. Darkness, I thought she would surrender to me as soon as she saw me naked, and kneeling, she would please, but she... A lioness, a queen, she keeps everything under control. - The ogre sat on the throne and tried to catch his breath.
Robert always achieved all his goals quite quickly. Everything came very easily to the Cannibal King. The best women, the best contracts in business, the best victims... He faced resistance for the first time and was angry. Elena mocked him and was ready to fight to the end.
- She became like this because of you. You tempered yourself with pain, - Martin entered the hall and, approaching the throne, bowed. - It will be difficult with her. I offered you the right option, but you rejected it.
- I always succeed in devouring her, but to make her mine... She is very similar to me, Marty. The same look, the same manners and movements... I am waiting for her to become mine, for her to play the role of a slave submissive. More than once I have seen her in a silver collar and cat ears on her charming head, drinking milk from a bowl, and I sit on the throne and caress myself, admiring my kitty. Or she lies under me and screams my name during an orgasm. Hell, I'm even ready for Vanilla sex if it helps to conquer her, - the Cannibal grinned. - Never tried regular sex, must be boring.
- And what do you intend to do, sir? - Scorsese was interested.
- I'll come to the charity evening with my mother and try to seduce her again, - the Cannibal growled. - But this time I'll be more gentle and patient. And the panties will still return to her ... Elena's refusal provoked her hunting passion in Robert, and he was determined that you would not succeed in Elina's body and soul.
Tuesday of the offensive is calm: Elena packed her things in London, ordered the preparation of a new plane for Thursday, checked the dress for Greev's ball and fully prepared for work. After collecting the necessary papers and sending faxes to Kruger House, Lincoln decided to go to the Grayhams and help them with the preparations for the ball.
"Constance won't be seeing me until July 20th. While I'm away on all the questions to Nixon," Elena smiled at the secretary and left the office.
The July breeze ruffled her hair as the girl rode her motorcycle to her parents' house. She completely gave herself up to the road and three hours later parked at the Gray's mansion.
There everyone was in motion: Mia was trimming the bushes, Elliot, Christian and Theodore were pulling up the tent where the main ball was to be held, Ana was setting the table with Gail Jones and Gretchen, Phoebe was decorating the trees with ribbons and garlands. Elena took off her helmet and rushed into the thick of things.
"Ellie!" She was immediately hugged by two grandmothers - Carla Still and Grace Trevelyan-Gray. Both were blondes, we promise soldiers from aristocratic families and we promise that they doted on their grandchildren. Of course, Theodore was everyone's favorite, but these kind women spoiled Elena as much as they could. Pocket money, treats, new clothes - Little Elena received all this from the age of nine and was grateful to both of them.
"Grace, Carla, let her breathe," Ana smiled at her daughter.
Elena's POV.
My family is all together, and we are all busy with this. My God, these people are saints. They raised three wonderful children, showed charity and helped everyone. I love them all.
Before lunch, my fields in our mansion with Mia and Theo, we joke, laugh and help each other. After a delicious lasagna from Elliot, we open my window and check the guest list.
In the evening, I decide to take a walk in the forest. Having warned everyone, I run into the forest.
My God, how nice it is in the forest... The bright smells of grass after the rain, birds overhead... I laugh and slowly walk along the path... Humming the song This Kiss, I don't notice how far I go from home. And only the sight of shaggy firs brings me to my senses. Damn... It's starting to get dark and cool with coolness. My God, what will happen to me. I hug myself with my arms and shiver.
Suddenly an arrow hits a tree next to me... I turn my head in panic...