Page 37 of Becoming His Pet

Chapter Thirteen

If his cock got anyharder, he’d rip through the zipper. It wasn’t enough that he’d caned her, that he’d had his fingers inside her tight, hot pussy, now he had to keep moving forward fulfilling his darker needs. And she was fucking perfect for all of it.

He doubted she understood any of this, she seemed completely naïve to it. But her dilated pupils didn’t lie. The soft sweet aroma of her arousal didn’t hide her true feelings. She loved this as much as he did.

Oh, she didn’t like the humiliation. Being made to eat from the pet bowl had torn her pride down the middle, but she’d done it. And when he’d told her she was a good girl for it, her lips had curved up in a proud smile. One that he would swear she had no idea she’d given him. She’d lost herself in her own thoughts for a while and he’d let her dive in there. At least for the time.

“Yes, I talked with Blake.” He continued to stroke her hair; it calmed her. The tension in her shoulders eased.

“And?”

“And Antonio’s body was found.” He nodded. She let out a harsh sigh. “I know, not good. What’s worse is the cops are looking for you. Right now, you’re the person of interest.”

She sucked in air and pulled away from him. “What? Me?”

“You worked for him.”

“So?”

“So, you worked that morning.” He reached out and cupped her chin. “Look, it’s going to be okay.”

“You don’t get it, Greg. If the brothers set me up, they aren’t letting me just get away. They want me in jail, it will be easier for them to get to me. Guys like them don’t let the body be found unless they have a reason.”

She was right.

“Okay, so let’s just think here. If you go to the cops—”

“Are you crazy?” she yelled.

He curled his fingers into her hair, pulling her head back and looking down into her face. The little trace of fear in her eyes settled him.

“Don’t raise your voice to me again, pet. Just because I’m discussing this with you, doesn’t mean much has changed.”

“You should just let me go and handle this on my own. They aren’t looking for you, are they?” She winced when he tugged harder on her hair but didn’t lower her gaze. Good girl.

“No, which is weird since the brothers saw me. Hell, they sent cops to the bar to look for me afterward.”

“They were just looking for me,” she said.

He let go of her hair, smoothed it back into place, and patted her head.

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