Vincenzo

Vincenzo

The bitch didn't know it but her ass glared at me. Even with all the baggy clothes she wore, the fleshy, spank-worthy bum was visible. The fucker.

I tried not to show my amusement. It was funny indeed, how she desperately wanted to get me turned off.

I looked on as she cleaned my reading table. The funny thing had gone all the way to triple her clothing size, not knowing that every fucking movement she made brought attention to her behind. All the while, she refused to look at me. I could feel her fear: the steady thumping in her chest and the sweat popping out from her pores. I could feel the fluttering lashes and the whizz of breath from her nostrils.

I knew all this, not just because I'd got a strong wolf but because she was my…

Because she was Rina. A lowlife I'd taken an interest in.

Through with cleaning the table, she headed for the bathroom.

"Halt."

A thin frown flicked on her face. Who knew what her reaction would be when I asked her to do what I had in mind