Page 2 of Wolf

He smirks, as if sensing the conflict within. “See?” he murmurs, his voice low and dangerous. “I told you we’d have fun together.” He reaches out, his fingers grazing my cheek, forcing me to fight the urge to lean into his touch.

“You’re mine now, Kali,” he says, his tone brooking no argument. “And I’m going to enjoy every minute of breaking you.”

I shudder at his words; a part of me thrilled at the thought of being his. It’s wrong. I know it is, but I can’t deny the pull this man has over me. He’s like a drug, and I’m already hopelessly addicted.

Matias grabs my neck, his thumb caressing the sensitive skin. “Now, be a good girl and get on your hands and knees.”

My breath catches in my throat at Matias’s command. Hands and knees? I know what that means, and my stomach twists with a confusing mix of fear and anticipation.

“I...” I start to protest, but the look in Matias’s dark eyes silences me. There’s no refusing him. Hating myself, I sink to my knees on the cold concrete floor. The thin fabric of my dress offers little protection or warmth. I glance up at Matias, hoping for mercy, but his expression is implacable. With a deep breath, I shift forward onto my hands, my hair falling around my face like a curtain.

This position makes me feel vulnerable.

Will he hurt me? Take me against my will? The possibilities terrify me.

I flinch, feeling Matias move behind me. His fingers trail up my spine, along the back of my neck, gathering my hair and sweeping it over one shoulder. I shudder at his touch, my heart racing.

“That’s better,” he murmurs. “I want to see all of you.”

His words make my face burn with shame. I bite my lip, staring down at the floor. The cold from the concrete seeps into my knees and palms.

Matias’s hands smooth down my sides, over my hips. I gasp softly, my body tensing. He chuckles.

“Relax. I’m not going to hurt you.”

I want to believe him, but the gentle caress of his fingers feels like the prelude to something darker. I can’t let my guard down or give him what he wants. I have to stay strong.

Matias sighs, his breath stirring my hair. “Why do you have to make this difficult? It’ll be so much easier if you give in.”

His words send a spark of defiance through me. I lift my chin and glare at him over my shoulder. “Never,” I spit out.

Matias’s eyes flash with anger and excitement. He likes the challenge.

I face forward again, not wanting him to detect the fear in my eyes.

The seconds tick by. My palms sweat where they’re pressed to the floor. And then I hear Matias’s low, dangerous chuckle. “You’re trembling.” Suddenly, he pulls my panties down, the cool air hitting me.

I close my eyes, bracing myself for whatever Matias has planned. My exposed skin prickles in the cool air, and I clench my fists, trying to stop my body from shaking.

Matias’s hand smooths over my lower back, and I cringe, disliking how my body reacts to his touch. “Shhh,” he murmurs. “Just relax.”

I take a shaky breath, willing my pounding heart to slow. But it’s impossible. The anticipation of what’s coming has every nerve in my body on high alert.

Matias’s fingers trail lightly up my spine, pushing my loose hair aside. I shudder as his lips press against the nape of my neck in an almost gentle kiss. The contrast between cruelty and care in his actions confuses me. I don’t understand what he wants.

“You’re so beautiful like this,” he whispers against my skin. “So vulnerable. So mine.”

With excruciating slowness, his hands move to my hips. I bite my lip to hold in a whimper, despising my body’s response.

“That’s it,” Matias croons. “Just let go. Let me make you feel good.”

Make me feel good? I want to scream at him that there’s nothing good about this, but I can’t speak.

Matias’s fingers move lower, brushing over my pussy, and I can’t hold back a gasp. He chuckles. “I knew you’d like this, my dirty little whore.”

I shake my head. “No, I hate it. You’re insane if you think I like this,” I whisper. Please, stop.”

He ignores my pleas, continuing his relentless assault on my senses. I squeeze my eyes shut, biting my lip so hard I taste blood. I can’t let him break me this way.

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