Page 30 of His Pet

“I was late,” I say, somehow knowing this is what it is.

He rubs a hand over my backside, and I flinch, expecting more violence. When it doesn’t come, I break out in violent shakes as the adrenaline slowly ebbs away. A sob bubbles up my throat, and even though I try to suppress it, it leaves my lips in a gasp.

Lorenzo eases his hand from between my shoulder blades and guides me to stand straight. I cover my chest and let my hair shield my face. It’s still partially up, but Lorenzo freed some of it when he yanked my hair earlier.

He runs his palms up my arms and massages my shoulders while I cry. I shrug him away. “Stop it!” I yell through my tears. “That isn’t comforting.”

“What is?” he asks.

I glance over my shoulder at him to see his head tilted, his brows pinched.

“What does it even matter? Your goal is to humiliate me.” I sniff and hate myself for it. “Congratulations, it’s working.”

His expression relaxes and he nods. “I guess you’re right.”

My crying calms and I wipe my eyes.

He crouches and I struggle when he goes to pull my bodice off the rest of the way. He gives me a threatening look, and I still. When it’s completely off, he tugs the thin strap passed off as a thong down my legs, and I’m left without a scrap of clothing. He turns me around and looks me up and down. I tighten my arms around myself and narrow my eyes.

“Are all girls your age so cleanly shaven?”

I respond with a look of disgust, and he smirks.

He pulls out a phone and checks the time. “We need to get back. You’ve kept our guests waiting long enough.”

I shake my head. “I’m not going back there.”

“Of course you are.” He lifts a brow. “Do I need to carry you?”

I don’t answer and he tosses me over his shoulder in one swift motion. I yelp and he carries me down the staircase. My eyes lock on the bodice still laying on the concrete.

“Wait, my clothes!”

“You lost that privilege, Kitty. You owe the people you kept waiting. The least you could do is let them see your body.”

“No,” I cry. I take several panicked breaths. “I’m not going to do whatever you have planned!”

“Sure you will. I’m persuasive.”

“Lorenzo please!”

“Have you not figured out by now that begging doesn’t work with me? Try to keep up, sweetheart. You’re a slow learner.”

“I’ll…” I can’t believe what I’m about to say. I bite my lip for a moment, the bodice no longer in my sight. I release my lip and blurt it out. “I’ll touch you!”

Lorenzo pauses and sets me on the ground.

“What?” he snaps.

I can’t tell if he’s angry or annoyed, but he doesn’t seem thrilled at the prospect.

“You want me. I can tell.” I flick my gaze to his pants, then stare him in his eyes. They’re slightly narrowed. Suspicious. That’s what it is, he’s suspicious.

“So?”

“So, if you don’t make me go back there, I’ll give you what you want.”

He shakes his head. “I promised my guests a performance, and I donotgo back on my word. You’re going. That’s final. Offering me something I could just take anyway isn’t going to get you anywhere.”

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