Page 94 of Wolf Roulette

A large hand took mine in an unshakeable grip.

Sascha spun me on the stool to face him. “Whatdid I assume?”

My chest rose as I craned my neck to see him. “That I’d never be happy there. That pack lands could never be my home. You didn’t stick around long enough to hear my real reason for returning to the tribe.”

I tried to free my hand, but he didn’t release it.

“Ma’am, are you okay?” one of the other players asked tentatively.

Couldn’t blame him. Sascha’s eyes were practically throwing fire.

I ignored the guy. “I need you to talk to me and not shut me out.”

Sascha growled. “That comes with consequences that you’ve shown me you can’t handle. What happens to us when I win the game? I smelled your reaction to my answer that day in the truck. You’ll hate me for it.”

Sothatwas what made him shut down. The same realisation had driven me to put up walls too. “What if I won Grids, Sascha? What would you feel?”

His expression smoothed.

I had a strong suspicion it would end in the same result for us. Gently freeing myself, I faced the table again.

“Are you going to let this continue?” the other player said to Lisa.

Steeling myself, I reached forward to place my bet.

Sascha snarled and picked me up, throwing me over his shoulder.

I thumped his back. “I’m not leaving until you pull your thumb out of your ass, Sascha.”

“She’s done,” he told Lisa. Calling to someone I couldn’t see, he said, “Exchange her chips.”

One of his hands covered my ass—ideal, because this was not the dress to be hauled around in like a sack of potatoes. People scattered out of the way as we passed.

I tried to boot Sascha in the gut. “Just try to throw me out. See how that works out for you.”

His amusement spurred my wrath to unfounded heights.

When Grim opened the door to the staff quarters, I stopped battling.

Oh,he wasn’t booting me out.

Sascha took us into his office and kicked the door shut. He sat me on the desk and crowded me. “What exactly would you do, little bird?”

Gripping the table edge, I glared upward.

“So angry,” he murmured. “And it’s all for me.” He rested a hand at the base of my neck. “Do you know when you flush like this, the red goes down your neck?” His hand slid lower over my bare skin. “It covers your chest.”

I sucked in a shallow breath.

Sascha lightly dragged his fingers between my breasts and continued down across my stomach revealed by the loose front of the dress. “Blood rushes to the surface wherever I touch.”

It felt so good.

I let my head tip back as his fingers circled my skin. “We need to talk.”

“Yes, beautiful wolf.”

He latched onto my nipple through my dress and my eyes I’d never felt close flew open.

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