What I Want, I Get

***Freya's POV**

As soon as we got to his room, he tossed me into his bed and looked down at me. I struggled out of the bed and stood up straight, breathing heavily.

“Is this how you make love to those you bring to your bed?!” I yelled.

“No, I don't. They all come on their own two feet, that I don't even need to stress as far as touching their heads. And you're mistaken somewhere, I don't make love, I fuck, really hard!”

His words immediately made my heart sink. The fact that he intended to do that to me when it's my first scares the shit out of me.

“Why don't you let me do my job? Why must you constantly try to bed me every little chance you get?”

“Because that's your original duty. You think I brought you here to do the work of a maid? In your dreams! You think you're here to do the same work you did back in your pack? Well, that's you underestimating me. While I'm still being nice, you should go back to the bed and prepare yourself for me.”

I blinked nervously.

Though he said th