"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...
Chapter Management Edit Chapter Chapter 16 Chapter Text 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...