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“Kennel,” I order, and on command, the boys gallop around the house to their kennels in the garage. Grabbing my shirt off the lawn mower, I yank it on and stalk to my prey’s house. I’m not going to let her hide from me any longer.
On her front porch, I gently turn the door handle, trying to make as little noise as possible so I don’t alert Mickie to my presence. Inside there’s no evidence of what happened the night before. The floors are stain free, and there’s a hint of fresh lemons in the air. Skipping a stair, I stalk up to my girl's room, pausing under the chipped door frame. Mickie’s legs must’ve given out on her, because I find her sitting under the window, with her knees pulled to her chest, a damp towel discarded at her side.
“Did you get cleaned up for me?” I ask, my voice seems to echo off the walls of her puny 10x10 bedroom. She jumps like a frightened cat, stumbles to her feet and darts in the direction of the attached bathroom.
Silly girl, doesn’t she know how this plays out?She makes this too easy.
I'm two steps ahead of her, snatching her by the waist and tackling her onto her bed. It would look somewhat violent to someone observing, but I’m able to maneuver it so she’s only jostled a little. I wrap my hand around her throat, mindful not to do it too tightly since she’s already wearing my hand necklace. Her nails dig into my arms and her pulse thrums wildly against my palm.
When I lock her into the web of my stare, she goes doe-eyed. The look she’s giving me right now is the same she gave me when I told her I’d slit her throat. It’s the reason her pet name is so fitting.
“We have a lot to talk about, Bambi, but you need to calm down. Can you do that for me? Or do I need to restrain you to the bed first?”.
The room goes silent for a moment before I hear the slightest of whispers.
“Yes,” slips from her lips, but that isn’t good enough. After last night she should know I want her full compliance.
“Yes, what?” I growl.
“Yes, Gideon, I’ll calm down,” she responds, extenuating each syllable in my name, giving me a little of that sass that I love so much.
I release my grip from around her neck but stay kneeling between her naked thighs. Mickie’s chest rises quickly with each ragged breath she takes. She may not be screaming but she’s not necessarily calm either. I need her to be relaxed if she’s going to actually hear everything I have to say.
With my pointer finger, I run a line from her collarbone to the center of her chest, then travel to each areola, circling them. My little bambi’s skin is velvety soft against my rough calluses. When her nipples peak, I can’t control the urge to take one of them into my mouth. My natural instincts tell me to bite down and pull, but I fight the urge. Using a delicate touch, I lightly nibble instead. She needs to trust me as Gideon before accepting me as her Wolf. I can control myself, but it’s extremely hard when it comes to her.
When the tension in her muscles ease, I remove my lips from her body and say, “There’s more where that came from. If you sit like a good girl, we can discuss any misgivings you may have about me.”
“You fucking kidnapped me,” she spits. “You kidnapped me, and fucked me with a god damn knife!” Perhaps, I spoke too soon by labeling her Bambi. With how she’s hissing, Hellcat may have been better suited.
“Technically, I didn’t fuck you with a knife. I fucked you with the hilt of one.”
“Ugh!” With a huff Mickie tosses her hands above her head, grabs her pillow then pulls it onto her face. “The verbiage doesn’t matter. We talked for months before I sent the code word,Rendezvousand discussed in detail how our encounter was going to play out. Not once in those messages did you indicate that you were planning to kidnap me, shovel me an eight foot sex grave, and take me to your stabbin’ cabin in the woods.”
Her words are muffled but I can hear her loud and clear. She’s not wrong, but like I said in my last text before taking her, once I saw her swinging so freely, all bets were off. She would fear me as I took that freedom away.
She didn’t know what she needed, and I think it’s safe to say that after last night, I do.
I didn’t cross any of the hard limits she listed on the app. Those soft limits? I may have toed the line a bit. Or I may have even stepped right over them. However, she not only enjoyed everything I did to her. For her benefit, she needed everything I did to her. I took the liberty of finding that loophole and making it my bitch.
“Things change Bambi, and I planned everything according to the app, just enhanced our game a tad.” She must not like something I said, because the pillow goes flying and my cheek is met with her little fist.
“A tad? You’re my goddamn neighbor, Gideon. Things were supposed to be anonymous to make it less complicated. How did you even figure out my name? Or where I fucking lived?”
“Twenty one questions are over. You said you’d calm down, but obviously, you're still nothing but a disobedient little whore,” I roughly growl, pushing from the mattress to get off the bed. She does an ab curl into a sitting position, and her fists are white knuckled at her sides. She watches my movements but doesn't say a word.
Roughly running a hand through my hair, I continue, “You have no firewall. It was easy to hack your server and access all your personal information.”
Her mouth is open and eyes wide. “But…why, Gid? Why did you pick me?
“Why?” I laugh like the madman I am. “Because, I fucking wanted you. You’re mine now, Mickie. Even in death, I’ll find my way to you.”
Her mouth opens then closes a few times like she wants to say something, but I hold up my finger to stop her.
“I’ll give you some time to adjust. We can take things slow so you can learn more about me. We don’t have to play again if that's what you’d prefer, but I think you know I’ve sullied your cunt, and no one will come close to giving you what I can.”
I place my fits on the bed and use them for leverage as I lean forward, “You’re it for me, Mickie. You, your kids, and my dogs are all I’ll ever need. You just need to give yourself to me, fully.”
She bites her bottom lip in what I assume is contemplation. I know she has a lot to think over, but I know my Prey. She knows what it feels like to be caught, and I know she wants more. “Okay,time.” Her eyes meet mine with their own steely resolve. “I think I can do that,butif I step in another pile of your dogs’ shit, I’ll throwyouin a sex grave. And there’s no way you’ll be parkouring your ass out of mine.”
