Page 45 of Becoming His Pet

Chapter Fifteen

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“It’s time for you to come clean.” Greg pointed his glare at Nora. His pet. His good girl who sat pensively on the floor at his feet. They’d been enjoying the quiet of the evening, her head leaned against his knee, and he’d been stroking her hair in silence. But it was time to learn everything.

“I thought I was clean now,” she said softly. After he’d carried her from the woods back to the cabin, he’d given her a bath. He’d washed the dirt and leaves from her sweat-covered body and hair and cleaned off his cum that had dried on her stomach and thighs. He hated removing his mark.

He reached lower and flicked the tiny bell hanging from the thick collar he’d placed around her neck after her bath.

“I mean it, Nora. I want to know everything.” He ran his finger along the leather. A soft shudder ran through her with his touch. She’d responded so beautifully so naturally to everything he’d put her through. He knew she still didn’t understand any of it; hell, he didn’t think he could explain even if he tried. But after being hunted down and properly claimed, she’d stopped fighting him so hard.

But now she needed to give a little, too.

She sighed and turned around to face him, her chin resting on his knee. “I don’t know what to tell you.”

“Everything.” He ran the tip of his finger along her profile, feeling the gentleness of her skin. “I want all of it.”

“You confuse me.”

“Why?” he asked, hooking his finger into her collar.

“One minute you’re so mean, the next—well.” She sighed. “You’re not.”

“I wasn’t mean, I was being what you needed. Firm. Strict. And I will always be those things when it’s needed. Right now, you need to obey me, though. Because if you don’t, you’ll have a real punishment. A long spanking and a long time with your naughty tail.” He released her collar, traced her nose, and tapped the end. “You don’t want that. Trust me.”

She huffed and gave him a little pout. She wasn’t playacting with him. This was her, the truth of her. Soft and gentle, but hard and ready to take down anyone if she felt threatened.

And he was quickly falling for her.

“Tell me, who exactly is Bernie?”

Her eyes darted away from him for a brief moment. “He’s an old friend of my father’s. I haven’t seen him much in the past few years, but he calls now and then to check on me.”

“Did he know your little plan to avenge your father’s murder?” The image of her making an attempt on Antonio’s life made his heart race. She would have been dead within seconds of trying. Antonio may have been much older, but he wasn’t unskilled. Not like Nora.

“No.” She turned her head and pressed her cheek to his knee. “He wanted me to stay away from the Santinelli family. But I knew Antonio had to have done it.”

“Your father worked for the Santinelli family?”

“Yes. But he was just a stupid foot soldier, he never got higher up in the ranks. And it wasn’t because he was a bad person.” She quickly defended her father; admirable considering it was his ties to the criminal families that found her in her current situation.

“Money laundering. Isn’t that what he was charged with?” Greg watched her expression, looking for tell-tale signs of dishonesty. She may have become more pliable in the last few hours, but that didn’t mean she’d come to trust him enough to tell him everything.

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