Chapter 30

Elio

I was undoubtedly a masochist. It was the third day of Kara being my slave and all I had managed to do was annoy her and observe as she cleaned. She constantly shot me irritated glances, clearly puzzled by my excessive staring. Strangely enough, her reactions only added to the overall amusement of the situation.

Every time she would give me a sassy retort, a mischievous smirk would curl on my lips But when I sensed that she was starting to go too far, I would playfully tease her about how I would go about taking out her family, one by one, right before her eyes. Of course, I had no actual intention of doing such a thing, but she had no clue about that. But she didn’t fucking know that and twisted pleasure I derived from watching her squirm was almost intoxicating.

Still, it irked me how I still noticed her beauty. That plump lower lip she would bite down on and how well I know she tasted when I kissed her.

I was also avoiding work, as Naomi would find ways to corner me. I had