Chapter five

“I guess from how you look at me right now, you thought about me all night.”

“I didn’t,” she replied sharply.

“You didn’t…”

He swallowed the remaining space between them. “Should I find out if you did?” he whispered into her ear before dragging her after him.

“Let me go!!!”

“Let me—”

He hauled her into his office, taking off his leather gloves. He tugged off his coat and tossed it onto the nearest table.

“No one should enter!”

His voice rang out, and everyone who followed him paused as the door closed with a loud bang. He folded the sleeves of his shirt and shrugged off his jacket.

Her heart skipped—

Pounding harder and faster as he loomed over her in his full height, his hands resting on his waist.

“Shall I start?” he said, leaning over. One hand went behind her back, gripping the couch. Veins stood out along his arms as he tightened his hold, his gaze fixed on her.

“How could you not miss me after what happened between us last night? Steamy—from that club to the room… and—”

His eyes trailed over her before his hand brushed her pants. “Why did you wear pants today? All your figures out for these hungry alphas to wolf at?” he asked, narrowing his gaze.

“And did you look this good for me?” he continued with a smirk. “A skimpy top that shows off your sexy stomach, with my hickey all over it. Your neck…”

He touched the patches where his hands had strangled her yesterday, sitting prettily like a coil around her throat.

“You didn’t even bother to cover it. Did you look this good to entice me and see how much I’d get turned on just by seeing you?”

“I didn’t… didn’t do this for you.”

“Then did you do this to get the alphas to wolf after you? Wanting you while you spread—”

He forced his hand into her pants, and she stiffened.

“…your pheromones like flowers, wanting them to swarm over you like a bee.”

She shuddered under her breath. Her body betrayed her again. Her eyes closed as she inhaled, hating the taste of him in the air she breathed.

“See? Your legs are shaking, and you said you didn’t miss me.”

“S… stop…”

“When you talk like that,” he whispered, “when you sound like that, you mean I should stop.”

His hand pushed further. “I should stop when you’re moving your hips to my touch?”

“Stop owning… owning my body like it’s yours—”

“It’s mine,” he interrupted. “I’m the one who was stupid enough to let you walk free, and that’s why you’re coming back to me damaged.”

He clicked his tongue, disgust briefly creasing his brow, before kissing her cheek and trailing his hand over her jaw. She shifted slowly, trying to avoid the burn of his heat against her skin.

Her white skin slowly turned red—redder than ketchup.

“How many wolves slept with you?” he asked.

“Ahhh...” she moaned before she could stop herself, covering her mouth.

“Answer me.”

He pulled her hands away. “How many wolves? Which one took your first time?”

He planted his teeth between her neck and shoulder.

“Ahhh!!!”

She screamed, tears of pleasure slipping from her eyes.

“I want to know the wolf who dared take what was supposed to be mine.”

His movements quickened, adding another finger, increasing the pressure until her voice broke.

“Tell me,” he said, staring straight into her face. “Who dared take it away from you?”

Her eyes rolled back. She gagged with sensation. He buried his lips into hers, stealing the breath she was losing. She wasn’t just shaking—she was wrecked, from her hair down to the tips of her toes. Beads of sweat crawled from every nook and cranny of her body.

“There’s an AC in this room,” he said, pulling away. “And you’re sweating like this.”

She shook, saliva clinging to the corners of her mouth, her eyes losing focus and forcing itself to stay steady.

“Now,” he said, squatting in front of her, his heavy frame still clouding her entire presence, “are you ready to talk?”

“What?”

“Which would you prefer to answer?” he asked, still squatting.

“The first person to have you… or whether you missed me.”

She swallowed. She was scared of saying one thing wrong. She was scared of the expression he wore on his face, like he was ready for another mischief if she didn’t answer him right.

“What would you do to him if you knew?”

His lips curved. “Why should he live to see the next day?”

He rose, looming over her again. She tried to clutch the fluffy couch, but it offered no grip.

No escape.

“Is he, by any chance, Devon?”

Her eyes shot up immediately.

He caressed her sweaty face with unsettling gentleness. “Tell me—is it that beta I saw?”

Just what doesn’t he know?

How did he know Devon?

He must’ve known every cranies and cronies in her life.

She exhaled, fear threading her voice.

“I missed you,” she breathed. “I missed you so much.”

He paused, then began to laugh—slow, deliberate cackles that sent shivers down her spine.

“I know you did,” he said, rising to his full height.

He turned and strolled toward his large table. Carved from dark polished wood, there were neatly stacked files bearing security seals on top of it, a sleek laptop sat closed beside a leather-bound planner, a silver pen aligned perfectly at the edge. A handgun rested within easy reach. Nothing was out of order— she noticed.

He reached for a brown envelope, pulled out a document, and turned back toward her.

She averted her eyes.

He returned, sat on the couch opposite hers, and tossed the document onto the table.

“Sign it.”

“What?”

Her hands trembled as she picked it up. Her eyes skimmed the pages, widening. Her fingers curled around the paper.

She crushed it into a ball and hurled it at him.

“Bastard!!!” she screamed.