Page 77 of The Demon's Pet

“It’s not a good idea for us to be together, pet,” he said, making my entire body go tight.

How could he tease me like that if…? Well, it was all my fault for having that dream.

I went rigid and sat up straighter, deciding to go back to my room and finish this by myself.

“I want you, Cleo,” he said, as if trying to mollify me, but my ego was already wounded. “I’m your master. It would get messy. And there are… things you don’t know.”

“I can’t know if you won’t tell me.”

“They aren’t for a pet to know,” he said, raising an eyebrow at me. “Did you think my inquest about your dream was an invitation? Pet, something happening between us is a terrible idea.”

I nodded.

“But I’m still dying of curiosity to know what I was like in your dream.”

I shook my head, too embarrassed now to even want to talk to him. He didn’t want me. He didn’t—

“I’ll tell you what,” he said smoothly, darkly. “An exchange. You want to know what I’d really be like in bed. I’ll tell you if you tell me what you thought I’d be like from your dream.”

My hands twisted in my jeans, but I couldn’t help it. I was still horny, and I wanted to know what he’d be like in bed. If only so I could go imagine it while I got off in a minute.

Something had awakened in me, and there was no chance of it going back to sleep as long as he was around.

Gods damn it, if only he’d—

“You were rough,” I said, barely able to choke it out. “You… were rough, and I liked it.”

His eyes met mine, and I could swear I saw a flash of red in them. “Oh, pet. You’re in so much danger, and you don’t even know it.”

“Why?” My breath felt light and fast, like I was waiting for something.

“Because you tempt me beyond all reason,” he murmured. Then something in him seemed to snap back to his normal, cold self, and he pushed away from the table. “I… It would be imprudent to talk more about this now,” he said, pushing away from the table abruptly. “I’m going to the other bedroom, across from yours. I need to rest, and—”

“No fair,” I sputtered, anger bursting through me like fireworks that he would cut things off like this. “You said you would tell me what you’re like. We had a deal.”

He just eyed me quietly. “I didn’t say when.”

Clearly, he just wanted to tease me. To wind me up and show me he didn’t need to make any kind of bargain or ever hold up his end of the deal.

Just like he didn’t want me when I so clearly wanted him.

I fled before he could, running down the hallway to my room, slamming my door immaturely and locking it so he couldn’t get in.

Not that he’d try to.

Why was this happening to me?

Despite my anger at him, despite the interlude of dinner, I still wanted him. I couldn’t stop aching for him.

All of this was so wrong. I was an omega. I was his pet. I should have been thinking about how to survive and find my way in this world and escape Sam’s sadistic grasp.

Instead, I was pissed he didn’t want me.

Very well, regardless of how wrong it was, I would have him in my mind, and I would get this heat out of me so I could think straight once again.

My body was coated in a fine sheen of sweat by the time I’d tossed my clothing off and lay on the bed, naked except for the sheets pulled up to my waist. My breasts were exposed to the cool air, which kissed them as Sam couldn’t.

I hadn’t dared to masturbate back in my village. There was no privacy in the home, and my dad or mom could walk in at any moment.

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