–Aamon–
Matt gave me the documents for the bank accounts I had set up for Caia.
Five million euros on each of the three cards.
I had also given her two percent of my shares in Dad’s company.
That was final.
I just needed her signatures.
“You are so in love…” Matt commented so dramatically.
“You would do the same for Anna, right?” I asked.
“Yes, of course.” He grinned.
“Fuck the traditional wedding.”
He groaned and slumped onto the sofa.
Not my composed, professional secretary.
The traditional wedding wasn’t a normal Russian wedding.
It was a twisted family tradition from Matt’s side—a fucked-up ritual where the bride would be locked alone in a room with all the male members of the family.
They would fight her, and God knew what else they intended to do to her.
Matt only discovered the truth shortly before the wedding.
That was why he broke off the engagement.
His family was sick in the head.
Not all of them, thankfully, but the elders were another story.
Matt had only recently discovered that they were running a cult, hidden behind the family’s wealth, influence, and traditions.
I was glad Matt hadn’t been raised among them.
I was even more grateful that my mother had taken him away after his own mother entrusted his guardianship to her.
Whatever darkness existed within that family, Matt had been spared from it.
And perhaps that was the only reason he still had a chance to live a normal life.
I signed the documents and checked the time.
Eight in the evening.
I gathered the documents, stood, and handed them to Matt.
He placed them inside the briefcase as we headed down the elevator from the office.
We both stopped when we saw Anna in the lobby, wearing a pencil skirt—her usual attire—with her legs crossed.
I looked at Matt as he seemed to swallow nervously.
He placed a hand on my shoulder.
“I need to get married to her here in the Philippines,” he murmured.
“Let’s set it, then,” I said as we approached Anna.
Matt extended his hand to her.
She took it and stood gracefully.
She was only a few inches shorter than Matt because of her four-inch-high heels.
I didn’t know what they were called, but they had those thin, stick-like heels.
Matt kissed her hand, but she immediately pulled it away.
“Let’s go,” she said coldly.
“You’re not staying in my penthouse.
You’re staying at Matt’s,” I told her as I placed my hand on her other shoulder while we headed toward the car.
“Whatever,” she muttered as Matt opened the back door for her, and she hopped in.
I walked around to the other side and sat beside her.
Matt sat in front, probably his preferred seat since he was still scared of her.
We arrived at Spring Garden Residences.
I draped my arm around Anna as I grinned at her.
“Did you make him beg?” I asked.
Anna nodded.
“I did, but it’s not enough,” she grumbled in her Russian accent.
I saw Matt licking his lips.
I noticed a girl in a cap walking past us.
Matt cocked his head toward me.
I stopped and watched as Caia walked away.
“Zayka,” I called out.
She turned around slightly.
“Where are you going?” I asked.
“You’re calling her that?” Anna grumbled.
“I’m buying dinner,” Caia mumbled in her sweet voice.
“Come, baby.”
She didn’t move an inch.
“Do you want me to carry you?”
She looked at Anna and Matt, then shook her head.
Then she turned back and headed toward the door.
Anna chuckled and smacked my back.
I stalked after Caia and grabbed her arm.
I tossed her over my shoulder and smacked her butt.
“Let’s go, baby.”
“Asshole,” she hissed as we all headed toward the elevator.
Matt pressed the button and ignored us.
“Put me down, please,” she pleaded, but I didn’t.
I held the back of her thigh just above her slit and squeezed it.
She squirmed.
“Polozhi devushku, pridurok!” (“Put the girl down, you idiot!”) Anna exclaimed at me, glaring at me through the mirror.
“Fucking sexy,” Matt muttered.
I rolled my eyes and finally put Caia down.
She barely reached my chest.
She was so small.
I looked down at her.
Her cheeks were flushed, and she looked angry.
“Angry, little bunny?
You’re so adorable when you’re pissed off.”
“Caia,” Anna called.
Caia quickly turned around, her eyes widening.
“I guess you’re Caia, right?
I’m Anna.” She extended her hand, and Caia took it.
“Nice to meet you.” Caia smiled.
“I apologize on behalf of my stupid cousin.
He hasn’t gotten laid in years, which is why he’s so possessive.”
Matt covered his mouth, but he burst out laughing.
“Oh,” Caia muttered, chuckling nervously.
“Please join us for dinner.” Anna smiled charmingly.
“Uhh…”
Caia looked up at me as I placed my hand over her shoulder and pulled her closer to me.
She smelled so good.
“Why are you wearing baggy clothes, baby?
Hiding your curves from me?” I whispered.
Her eyes remained on the two in front of us.
“Shhh,” she shushed me.
I tightened my hand around her shoulder.
She glared up at me, and I smirked.
We stopped at my penthouse, where Matt casually opened the door for Anna while holding her luggage bag.
I held the door open and let Caia enter first.
She removed her Converse and placed them on the rack.
I removed mine and placed each of my shoes beside hers.
I followed them inside as Caia placed her purse on the sofa.
The table was already set for four.
The food was still warm, and the chef had left the kitchen clean and tidy.
I removed my beloved’s cap.
Anna smiled at her.
“You are so gorgeous,” Anna complimented.
“Th-Thank you,” Caia muttered.
“Don’t be shy, baby.
She’s family.” I kissed the top of her head.
“Vodka, everyone?” Matt asked.
“No.” I shook my head as I sat at the head of the table, with Caia seated on my right.
“Lobster?” Anna asked.
“Perfect.” She pushed the plate toward Matt.
“Peel it.”
“It’s already peeled, baby.”
Yes, it was piled with decorative shells, but Anna only glared at him.
He understood his assignment and started removing the remaining shells and slicing the meat into smaller pieces for her.
I shook my head as Caia looked at me.
“Don’t worry about them, Zayka.
They’re just arguing.”
She nodded and continued eating.
After dinner, we had a little wine and vodka.
Matt and Anna left shortly after, and Caia picked up her purse.
“I’m going.”
“Baby,” I called.
“Stay here.”
She shook her head.
“Still stubborn, Zayka?” I asked, crossing my arms.
“You know what?” She chuckled.
“You can go to my house, and if you want, we can fuck.”
I chuckled.
She was as daring as ever.
I approached her, lifted her chin, and kissed her lips.
“I’ll be there, little bunny.”
I watched her put on her shoes.
She seemed slightly puzzled, but she slipped them on without bothering to tie the laces.
I watched her leave before heading to my bedroom.
I took a bath, then changed into my pajamas and a white shirt.
I called for a housekeeper to clean the dining table and throw away the trash.
Then, I headed to Caia’s room.
The house was tidy, as always.
As I entered her room, my eyes widened at the straps I had brought for her.
The door to the walk-in closet opened, and I froze.
My little bunny stood there in a white rabbit costume.
A headband with bunny ears.
See-through underwear with a round tail.
A corset top.
“Oh, fuck.”
This was far more than I had imagined.
An instant hard-on.
She was holding the pink cuffs I had brought.
She smiled at me as she pushed me toward the bed.
Yes, I was going to cuff her—
I stopped when the cuffs were suddenly around my wrists.
She pushed me onto the bed and straddled me.
Then she pulled my hands above my head and tied them to the cable ties wrapped around the headboard.
What the—
“Did you just prepare this a while ago?”
She smirked at me.
I was so distracted by the sight of her that I didn’t even realize what she was doing.
“I don’t like these straps, you know.”
She lifted a choker and fastened it around my neck.
I smirked and watched her straddle me.
I was so fucking hard now.
“Oh, baby… you bad girl.” I laughed as she giggled sweetly.
She slid her hand over my cock, adjusting it so it rested against my lower abdomen.
I chuckled as she rubbed herself against me.
She grinned down at me, her breathing growing heavier as I clenched my fists, the cuffs tightening around my wrists.
“Baby, these cuffs aren’t made for my wrists.”
“You’ll manage.”
Her voice was sexy and taunting.
“Oh, fuck,” I murmured.
I was so fucking hard that I thought I could burst at any moment.
She started grinding against me.
She wasn’t an expert, so I gave her instructions on how to move her hips, just like when she danced.
And damn it.
She was my own little pornstar.
The teasing didn’t last long before I came, far quicker than I had expected.
“Sit on my face, little bunny,” I commanded as I gripped the cable ties.
“Are you sure?” she asked.
“Kiss me.”
She smiled so sweetly, like my innocent little girl, as she bent down and kissed my lips.
It was soft and light, unlike our usual torrid kisses.
So adorable.
“On my face now, my love.”
She giggled and did as I said.
Her scent was so fucking intoxicating, and this little game she was playing was making me lose my mind.