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"And if you come for me again, Iwilldie and take you with me to my grave," she stated in a deadpan voice before she grabbed her bags, unlocking the door and leaving.
Michele was still rooted to the spot, staring at the spot she'd just vacated as blood continued to pour down his neck.
He felt lightheaded. And it had nothing to do with the blood-loss and everything to do with her.
Her, his pet.
Her, the most amazing thing he'd ever beheld.
And she was all his—will only ever be his.
Slowly, his lips tipped up in a wide smile before he burst out into manic laughter, the pain she'd inflicted on him only fueling him more.
"I'm coming for you anyway, pet. To the grave, or beyond, I'm coming for you."
Two weeks passed. Michele split his time between his work and watching his pet. He learned everything he could about her—yet this time it was through first-hand observation not merely hearsay.
He saw the way she behaved at home and how alone she truly was, even when surrounded by family. At times, that information made him mad, but mostly it gave him the confidence that he would be able to steer her back to their initial relationship—where he was the god and she the faithful worshipper.
Yet slowly he became tired of waiting.
Though he'd disciplined himself in such a way that patience was his strongest suit, when it came to her, it was hisweakestone.
He wanted her. Now. With him, near him,underhim. Any way he could get her.
The interaction in the restroom had only whet his appetite for her and made him look forward to her reactions more than anything. Would she kick him, scratch him, hit him? Would she then kiss him better, touch him tenderly where she'd previously caused pain? The options were endless—just as his thoughts about her.
Michele had always been a diligent worker, applying himself to everything he started, always making sure the end result was perfect.
That reflected in his work and the way he managed the people working under him. But it also shined the brightest in his revenge and how, step by step, he'd built an entire empire to go after those he hated.
From the first time Nicolo had given him a job, he'd aimed to be absolutely perfect.
He still was.
But frustration gnawed at him, as did an inherent desire to have her in his life.
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MICHELE
As the days trickled by,he found it harder and harder to maintain his usual patience and wait for the perfect opportunity to get her.
He told himself it was purely physical. Their last encounter had aroused him to such a degree, he'd had to suffer the effects for hours afterwards.
Since she'd left, he hadn't tried to take himself in hand anymore, knowing that it was a paltry imitation to the real thing and what he really desired. Instead, he'd tried to exorcise her from his mind and body by pushing himself to new limits in the gym.
It hadbarelyworked.
Daily, he had to deal with blue balls and seeing his pet naked on his monitor didn't help.
Not. One. Bit.
He was so high-strung he ended up killing two prisoners he was trying to get information from.
And it was all her fault.
She'd infiltrated every little crevice of his mind. It wasn't enough that his body was already a slave to her. Now she had to own his mind too.
