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Kira gritted her teeth. Desire was dripping like acid, burning a hole in her core, and it made her want to scream with frustration. “You’re…just going to leave me like this?”

“For the time being.”

“And then what?”

Nathaniel tilted his head at her. “Ask the question, pet.”

He wanted her to beg?

Fuck off.

“No.”

Remaining seated, Nathaniel leant forward in his chair and grasped her chin.

“Ask.”

“I…I thought you were going to…have sex with me,” she finished lamely.

His lips curved in amusement. “Oh, my dear pet. I think you misunderstood our agreement. I never agreed to have sex with you. Besides, I’ve already claimed you. I don’t need to fuck you to make you mine.”

Chapter 32

His Pet

Nathaniel

Nathaniel licked his thumb as he paged through a novel. The epic adventure was far less interesting than the wolf in front of him, but it gave him something to do while he waited.

Kira needed to learn patience, or in failing that, obedience.

She was still bent over his desk, and he liked her like that. It took effort to read the story, especially with the delightful way Kira glared at him. She was radiating hate and lust, and he was dying to walk around and feel her sopping cunt.

In his peripheral vision, he saw her moving ever so slightly. She was discreetly rubbing her thighs together to try and alleviate her aching pussy. She thought he didn’t notice—but he did.

Poor pet.

“Keep your legs spread,” he commanded.

He would not prolong her suffering for much longer. He would see to her needs…eventually.

Right now, he was enjoying her reluctant submission, her angry defiance clashing with the humiliating pose he’d put her in. It was like her uniform had been designed to taunt him, and he’d never wanted to fuck anything so badly. He needed to feel her, taste her, to hear her moan.

Just like she’d moaned when he’d inserted the plug.

When it finally went in all the way, she’d reacted instantly as if lightning had struck her, the tension in her body slackening, her shoulders slumping, her eyes glazing as she turned docile. He loved the surprise on her face when the initial pain passed, and for the briefest glimmer of a moment, she had been completely his in every way.

With the plug in place, she was horny as fuck.

As was he. He loved seeing her turned on, loved seeing her pine for something that he could give her.

But not pining for me. I’m not the one she wants.

It was an important distinction. He ignored the twinge of regret in his chest at that thought. Mark did not deserve her, but neither did he. That wouldn’t stop him from taking her, again and again. She was his, at least for a while, and he would make good use of her. His heart clenched at the thought that he would eventually have to let her go.

A soft mewl escaped Kira as she shifted her position ever so slightly, and his gaze snapped to her. His attention kept straying from the book, and no wonder. She was blushing so beautifully that it was visible on her bronze skin. Her cheeks glowed a dark rosy hue, and she was panting like a good little whore while she waited for him to give his next command.

Wolves always made the best pets.