Page 31 of Becoming His Pet

He noted the little flare of her nostrils and the tightness of her jaw. His little pet didn’t like taking orders. But at least she didn’t argue with him.

Smart pet.

“Now, tell me everything.” The command was given low and firm. There would be no other chances, this was it. “Understand that any dishonesty will be dealt with, Nora. I won’t tolerate it.”

She nodded again. “My ass hurts,” she said.

He shrugged with indifference.

“Not my fault or my problem. Now speak.” He snapped his fingers.

A heavy sigh fell from her lips, but when she raised her gaze up, the strength she carried glimmered up at him. Her cheeks were stained with tears, her eyes red and puffy, but the steel in her hadn’t softened.

Good.

“Nora—”

“Give me a second,” she snapped.

“No. No more seconds.” He shook his head.

“Antonio was responsible for my father’s death,” she huffed. “Fuck that, he killed my father.”

“Okay, so you were working at the shop for what? Revenge? You were going to kill him? Or maybe you hired Teo and Anthony? Is that what they meant by they had business with you?”

She shook her head.

“No. I’m not sure why they killed him, or what they meant by that.”

“You were going to kill Antonio?”

She laughed. “Yeah. That had been the original plan.” She ran her fingers over her cheeks, wiping away the last bit of moisture left from her tears.

“And now?”

“Now?”

“Yeah, you said you had planned to kill him. So, what changed?”

“Well, for one, he’s already dead.” She raised her eyebrows at him. “But, well, I wasn’t positive he’d been the one to pull the trigger on my dad. I knew it in my gut, but I wanted to be certain. Have proof.”

“How the hell were you going to get that?” Greg imagined her poking her nose around Antonio’s office, into his business dealings, and getting caught. The little caning he’d given her would have been a blessing compared to what those men would do to her.

“I hadn’t figured that out yet. First, I needed to get close to him.” Nora groaned and put her head back. She was tired, worn out from the crying and the spanking.

“Have you ever killed someone before?” Greg asked after letting a long stretch of silence pass them.

“No.” She looked back into his eyes. For once, he believed her, completely. “Have you?”

His insides jerked at the question, but he kept his gaze steady on her. She’d been honest with him, and he wouldn’t become a hypocrite now.

“Yes.” He gave a sharp nod. “I told you I was in the marines.” He reached over to her, running his hand over her head and enjoying the feel of her soft tresses. “You’re tired and need some rest.”

She started to get up again, but he pressed down on her head. “No, pet. You stay here.” He jerked his thumb back to the cage. “I’ll get you a blanket and pillow, but this is where you stay until we come up with a plan.”

“I’m not your fucking pet, Greg. I’m Nora. A human fucking being.” She bounded to her feet and shoved at him with both hands. He had been ready for her though and caught her wrists.

Spinning her around, he shoved her toward the wall. Pinning her against it, he delivered a dozen swats to her already red and slightly bruised backside. She screamed, but it was more out of frustration than the pain of it, he figured, since she hadn’t struggled to get away from him.

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