My little wolf is a conniving bitch!

Chapter 8

My little wolf is a conniving bitch!

LEONE

I grabbed Lena's waist and slammed into her again. Her moans bounced off the walls, making me increase my pace. She begged me not to stop. I didn't plan to.I needed release. My blood boiled from everything — my father, the forced marriage, and that wolf girl who looked and spoke at me like I was beneath her.

I grunted, pulling Lena closer, moving harder. She whimpered sweet moans, her nails digging into my back.

A knock came on the door just as I was buried deep inside her. I ignored it since it came soft and unsure. Whoever was there will get the hell away once he realizes I was in the middle of something important.

But the knock came again, a little high and still unsure.

“Go away,” I growled, not even slowing down. I could feel myself getting nearer to release.

Another knock, and this time it was louder.

I cursed under my breath. My rhythm faltered, and Lena whimpered. I didn’t care. I was already in a bad mood. That damn wolf girl had been crawling in my head since the moment she stepped into my house. The nerve of her to glare at me like I wasn’t the Alpha in this place. Like she had no right to talk back. The audacity of her to look me in the eye and insult me.

“Leone,” a voice came from behind the door. And I knew instantly it was Philip. He was the only one who would dare disturb my moment and went as far as calling me by my name.

“What?!” I snapped. “What the hell do you want, now? Are you so daft that you can't understand a simple go away?”

“I need to speak with you,” he snapped right back at me.

I paused and blink at the door. I hissed and turned to Lena as I pounded into her, and her hands shot out as it gripped the shit.

"Leone?”

“Come back in the morning,” I grunted out. "It’s time-critical.”

I cursed. “Fucking hell!”

Lena bit her lip. “Don’t stop, please.”

But I was already pulled out of it, the mood gone. I let out a frustrated growl. Lena whimpered again as I yanked myself out of her ass, and she whimpered once more.

I smirked as she reached my wrist, trying to pull me back in. “Later.”

I stormed to the door, completely naked, not giving a damn. I yanked it open. Philip stood there, eyes wide, and immediately looked away. He cleared his throat and stared at the floor.

“Speak,” I barked. “Now.”

“There was an escape attempt,” he said.

The words hit me like fire.

“Who?” I already knew the answer, but I needed to hear it.

“Seraphina,” he said quietly. “She disguised herself as a maid. She nearly made it past the gate, but I stopped her.”

My fist slammed against the doorframe. The wood cracked under my strength.

“That wolf,” I muttered. “That little brat. She really thinks she can run."

I slammed the door beside me after reaching out to grab my pants at the doorway. The sound cracked through the hall. Lena flinched behind me.

“That bitch,” I said, struggling into my pants while Philip stayed quiet, looking away. “Always testing me. Always pushing me.”

I stormed past him and turned without another word, not bothering to pick a shirt. She thought I wouldn’t notice her absence. She thought I wouldn’t find out.

She always played the innocent role, but I knew better. Philip stayed silent. He knew better than to speak when I was this angry.

I moved fast, my bare chest rising with fury. My blood boiled. She wanted to run? From me? From this house? Who authorized it? Who told her she was free?

She would learn.

I reached the hallway where she stood whilst playing with her fingers. She stood there in the maid uniform; her eyes widened when she saw me. She stepped back, but her back hit the wall, and hair fell over her shoulders in messy waves, and her lips trembled though she tried to hide it.

I didn’t care how innocent she looked. She was dangerous in her own way. Clever and sneaky like a cat. She was nothing but a thorn in my side.

But damn it, just looking at her now, she looked good in that outfit. She's better than the palace maids in them. My eyes snagged on her fresh thighs; the dress had been too short to cover. She must have been rushing not to bother about a more comfortable dress. My eyes trailed up and I paused at her cleavage. Damn, those breasts peaked out beautifully. They looked so enticing, and her chest rising and falling made it out to concentrate.

What was she thinking dressing up like this?

I walked closer as my eyes roamed her full lips. I felt the sudden urge to wreck those lips.

“I see you’ve already gotten used to your duties,” I said slowly, my eyes still resting on her lips.

She frowned. “What do you mean?”

I stepped closer. “You must really want to work as a maid. Seeing you in one of the uniforms suits you better. I must say it fits better than expected." I paused and intentionally gave her a low, dark look from toe to head but stopped at her breast. “It makes you look useful, at least.” I mused sweetly.

Her eyes widened in realization of what I was suggesting, and her cheeks flushed, and she hurriedly looked down, ashamed or maybe angry. I couldn’t tell, but I liked the way her body reacted.

“You tried to escape,” I said, voice low, deep. “Did you really think you could leave without me knowing? Did you forget who owns this house?”

“I’m not your prisoner,” she spat, her fiat curling beside her. “You don’t want me, and I don’t want you. So why are we doing this?”

The tone in her voice made something snap in me.

“Oh, you don’t want me?” I mocked. “Yet you agreed to this and moved to stay under my roof. Didn't you eat my food? And breathe my air.”

“I never asked for this alliance!” she yelled. “You made it clear you hate me!”

Her voice cracked and tears welled up in her eyes, but I wasn't concerned about that facade. She raised her chin, trying to look strong.

“Hate?” I laughed darkly. “Yes, of course I hate you. I don’t feel anything for you. You’re just a job I didn’t ask for.”

“Then let me go!” she screamed. “Let me live my life somewhere else. You can go back to sleeping with women like that one!”

“You’re not going anywhere,” I said as a smile snagged on my lips at her last words. Was she jealous I was sleeping with other women? Does she want me to do that to her? Don't worry, we'll do that soon, baby!

“You can’t keep me here like a prisoner!” she yelled. “This is not freedom. This is hell!”

I stepped forward, filling the remaining inch. Before she could react, I grabbed her waist and yanked her into me.

Her body slammed against mine. Her soft breast pressed against my bare skin in a delicious way, sending tingles down to my monster. She gasped, a shaky breath leaving her lips. Her hands pushed against my chest, but I didn’t let go.