Page 41 of Wolf

Her head lifts, and those wide, innocent eyes find mine across the dimly lit room. Her expression is pure surprise for a fleeting moment, but I can already see the first flickers of dread in their depths.

I cross the small space in a few long strides, sliding into the chair opposite her with a smug grin.

“Matias,” she breathes, her voice a hushed whisper laced with thinly veiled fear. “How did you?—?”

“Saw you through the window,” I purr, leaning back with a casual air that belies the compulsion burning beneath my skin.

Her gaze darts toward the entrance. I can see the wheels turning in her pretty little head as she contemplates an escape route. But we both know there’s no running from me.

“What are you doing here?” she asks.

My lips curl into a grin as I reach across the table, trailing my fingertips along the delicate column of her throat. She stiffens at my touch, and I can feel the rapid flutter of her pulse.

“Isn’t it obvious?” I murmur, leaning closer until our faces are mere inches apart. “I’m here for you.”

Her eyes flutter shut at my touch, lips parting on a barely stifled gasp.

“You didn’t think I’d let you wander off unguarded?” I chuckle, my breath fanning her cheek as I murmur in her ear. “You’re far too precious a possession to leave unattended.”

She shudders, breath coming in short, shallow gasps. The scent of her arousal fills the air between us, her defenses crumbling like dried leaves in the path of an approaching wildfire. It’s all I can do to restrain myself from dragging her from this place, from marking her in front of the entire cafe.

With a final caress, I withdraw my hand, taking pleasure in the way her eyes snap open, a glimmer of desperation lingering in their depths. “You’re crazy,” she whispers, her voice hoarse with unspoken desire. “Leave me alone.”

I tilt my head. “No chance. I still need to claim you on US soil. My cock needs your tight little cunt. It demands it.”

Her cheeks redden, and she shakes her head. “Don’t talk like that here.”

“Embarrassed, rabbit?” I demand. “Let’s do it right here, on this table, for everyone to see.”

She bites her lip. “You’re insane.”

I cock my head, considering her words with mock seriousness. “Perhaps. But you already knew that, didn’t you?”

There’s a challenge in her stare now, a glint of defiance that only fuels my obsession. I lean back, signaling the waiter with a subtle wave.

“Let’s get out of here,” she murmurs, shoulders hunched as she avoids the gaze of the other patrons.

I shake my head, a devious grin stretching my lips. “No. We finish what we started. Right here.”

Her eyes widen, alarm bells ringing in her head as she grasps the true nature of my intent. But it’s too late—the waiter arrives with a fresh pot of coffee, clearing away the remnants of our unfinished drinks.

“Can I get you anything else?” he asks, his tone cheerful, oblivious to the sinister undercurrents that now permeate the air.

Kali’s eyes flick to me, panic flaring in their depths. “No, thank you,” she stammers, reaching for her bag. “We should really?—”

“Actually,” I interject, “I believe we’d like to stay longer. I’ll have an expresso.”

The waiter nods, offering a polite smile before getting my order.

“I don’t think coffee is a good idea for someone with your mental condition,” she quips.

Glaring at her, I lean forward.

Her breath quickens, her chest rising and falling. “Matias, please...” she whispers, knowing full well that her pleas will do little to sway me.

A low chuckle rumbles in my throat as I lean forward, letting my lips hover perilously close to her ear. “You know I can’t deny me what’s rightfully mine.”

Without waiting for a response, I lace my fingers through hers, reveling in how she tries to tug free.

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