Page 4 of Dmitri

“What do you want, Kaleb?”

He keeps quiet, staring at the selection of top shelf liquor, until I’m positively squirming.

I hold my breath. Blow it out. Take a sip of my water.

“How have you been, babygirl?”

Is he for real? “Oh, you know. Living the dream.”

“Still working from home?”

I hate that he’s playing with me. He knows exactly what I do all day, every day.

“Yup.” I take another sip of my water and stare at the bottles of liquor like he is. The trick to dealing with Kaleb is matching his energy without taking the upper hand.

He’ll likely cut your arms off if you try.

“That’s good. Gives you more time with Addie.”

The worst part about Kaleb is I can never tell when he’s being sincere or not. That unreadability got me in this mess tobegin with. Kaleb can come off as the most charming man on the planet and his looks only reinforce that he might be a great time for someone who loves herself a big red flag.

The man’s a wolf with an entire Prince Charming wardrobe.

“What do you want, Kaleb?”

“I just wanted to see you. It’s been a while.”

Not long enough. But he’s right. We haven’t met for several months. I think the worst part about this is that I had a break, and it made me delusional enough to believe he’d forgotten about me. I actually started thinking that maybe I was out, and he was going to leave me alone for good.

Wow. When did I get so stupid?

Kaleb turns to me and rests one of his big, inked hands on my thigh.

The heat of his palm, the weight of it, and the massive size all remind me what he’s capable of. He can bring pleasure as swiftly as he can bring pain.

Kaleb used to be my boyfriend. Sometimes his touch stirs old, familiar feelings that blur and confuse me. My body melts and recoils at the same time. My brain sighs and freezes. My heart stops and stutters. There was a time when I would have given this man the world and he knew it.

Now, I only give him my time because I’m forced to.

His eyes lock onto mine, and the monster finally comes out to play. “I need you to fuck someone for me tonight, babygirl.”

“Fuck them how? Like slash their tires or slip something in their drink?”

“No. Fuck them. Spread your legs and open your mouth.”

My blood runs cold. “Who?”

“No one you know.”

That’s not helpful, but at least it’s nothimI’ll have to spread my legs for. I’m ashamed to admit that it took me along time to get over Kaleb. He fucks like a beast and was so protective and possessive of me when we first met. I fell hard for him.

But he never cared about me. I was a temporary toy turned possession. Once his claws sank into me deep enough, I couldn’t do anything without him knowing about it. Then his control morphed until I could no longer survive without his help.

Now, I depend on him.

“Why do I have to fuck this guy?”

“Because I told you to.”

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