Page 30 of Becoming His Pet

Chapter Eleven

Greg stared at thevideo on his phone with a newfound anger. This time not aimed at Nora.

Blake had sent him the link with the warning that Greg needed to listen to Nora. Get as much of the story from her as possible before he went off halfcocked.

Greg had snorted at the text. He didn’t do halfcocked. He went full cock every time. And his fucking brother should know that.

Pressing play, he watched the video again.

Antonio Carpelli had been found, shot in the back of his flower shop. The police were looking for the shop worker, wanting to question her. Nora’s picture appeared on the screen with the name Elenora Santucci.

Clicking off the video, he dropped the phone onto the counter. Going back to Chicago would be tricky. Even if she gave a statement of what she witnessed, he doubted it would matter. If the brothers had let Antonio’s body be found, and let the investigation point at Nora, it’s because they had wanted it to.

There would be no fair trial here. Nora would take the fall for the hit.

He scrubbed his hands over his face. Well, fuck! Now he had to extract the truth from Nora, then inform her of the turn of events, and then figure out a fucking way to get her out of the mess.

He hadn’t been named on the news. The cops who’d shown up at The Bar either weren’t cops, or they worked for the Santinelli family and weren’t on the investigation team.

The cage rattling from the other room drew his attention. She’d been in there for almost an hour.

When he first plucked the cane from his cabinet he’d been sure she wouldn’t be able to handle more than a few licks. He would have stopped once he was sure she’d be cooperative. But he hadn’t planned on seeing her unfold before him.

Positioned as she was, he had been able to make out every bit of her pussy while he disciplined her. She had clenched and wiggled, but after only three strokes of the cane her pussy lips were coated with her arousal. He doubted she had even realized that between her cries, she moaned for him.

He’d had to ramp up the punishment then. He needed her to focus on the negative; she needed to know that if she wasn’t going to be a good girl, she’d regret it.

Walking down the hall toward his playroom, he heard a sniffle. He let out a long breath. He’d never spanked a woman like he had Nora. This wasn’t a game, this wasn’t just a little punishment before some hardcore fucking. This was life and death. This was her needing to realize she wasn’t in control anymore.

He was.

Leaning against the doorframe, he took in the sight of her in the cage. She was huddled in the far corner, her knees drawn up to her chest and his T-shirt tugged over her legs. Her forehead was pressed against her knees, and her shoulders shook slightly. The short locks of her hair shrouded her features.

“Nora.” He cleared his throat and stepped into the room. “This is your last chance to be a good girl and tell me everything.” He kept his tone even, hiding his concern from her. If she knew the danger surrounding her now, she’d be more likely to fight him to leave than to listen to him.

She nodded. A small gesture, but he caught it.

He unlocked the door and opened the cage, the slight squeal of the metal lingering between them.

“Come out now,” he ordered, standing to the side of the opening. He wouldn’t let her get to her feet, not yet anyway. Not until she’d cooperated.

Slowly, she moved to her hands and knees and made her way out of the cage. Once in front of him, she started to rise, but he stilled her with a hand on her shoulder. “No. Stay.”

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