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I barely give it a second before I’m up and out of my seat. I glance at Lio and he waves me off. After taking a quick peek at Hollis, who also gives me permission, I’m off, working to catch up with Tennant. I follow him, but he doesn’t give any impression of knowing I’m trailing after him.

He enters a training room before whirling around and grabbing me by the neck, growling out, “Are you following me, Topolino? That’s a dangerous move for a little mouse like you. You let me lead you right where I wanted.”

“You left too soon for me,” I whisper as I step forward into his space.

“I don't have time to play with you," Tennant snarls as I step in front of him. The fire in his icy eyes is now a raging inferno, one that will burn us all down.

"You think I'll let you just walk out that door? Fuck that." I meet his anger with my own.

After what he's just been through, fuck if I’ll let him be rash and get thrown back in jail. Not when we—I—need him so much.

"You don't know what you're asking for." Tennant glares down at me and my skin crawls, but I refuse to cede any space.

Gathering up my courage, I take one step closer and whisper, “Then show me.”

Baring his teeth, he takes it as the challenge it is. I’m not sure where the knife came from, but it’s now sliding against my skin. I gasp as the tip rips through my shirt. He’s not being careful and I fucking love it, even as blood swells up in several places.

Pushing the tattered shirt off, he studies me, and I’ve never felt more like a little mouse, caught in a predator’s sight.

“Undress all the way. You won’t like what I do with my knife if you don’t.” His harsh voice makes me jump, and I scramble to obey.

As I do, he pulls his shirt over his head, and thank fuck I manage to finish undressing when he does, because all of that skin on display for me…

I step forward, intent on touching his hard muscles and the skin that's laid bare in front of me. It’s not unblemished. No, it tells a story. One I want to trace with my tongue. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful.”

Before I can connect with his body, he grabs my hand, squeezing it tightly. I gasp from the pain, but the expression on his face doesn’t change. He places the knife to my throat before tossing it aside. Grabbing my shoulders, he flips me down onto my stomach. I let out an oomph , but that’s all the breath I have before he drops his entire weight onto my back.

“I think, Topolino, that you’ve forgotten your manners. You don’t touch without permission. And right now, you don’t have any.” His dark laugh sends chills up my spine, but I can’t say a damn thing.

He finally moves off my back, but I stay in this position, not wanting to risk him walking away. That’s my deepest fear right now. I need him to use me, to help him let go of all that pain and fury.

Humming, he grabs my ass cheeks and squeezes, digging his fingernails in. I gasp, but when he suddenly lets go, I’m bereft from his touch. It only lasts a moment because, all of a sudden, two strong fingers enter me. Without any lube, it’s like I'm on fire, and I screech, trying to move forward as tears obscure my vision. “Fuck!”

“Does it hurt, Topolino? It better. You need to learn your place.”

I choke on a breath when he removes his fingers and presses his cock against my hole. With one harsh thrust, he’s inside me, despite my ass not being ready. The pain envelops me, choking me, and my muscles quiver from the exertion. He grabs my hair and yanks my head back until he's whispering in my ear. “Breathe, Topolino. You need to relax because I’m not going to stop until I’m finished with you.”

“Damnit,” I choke out, trying to relax.

There’s no finesse this time. It’s a punishment—his or mine, I’m not sure. My body isn’t designed to take this level of retribution, but I bite my tongue against any complaints. The dark fury I’ve felt from him since he walked into the office seems to roll over me, even if I can’t see his eyes.

He pulls out quickly and another involuntary scream erupts from me. Sharp teeth bite into the back of my neck, stilling me. I gulp from the sensation, and wait until he decides what to do next. I’m nothing more than a marionette, and he controls my every movement.

When he finally flips me over onto my back, it’s almost a relief. At least now I can see him. The rage isn’t banked completely, but it’s down to a simmer, and that’s all I need to know. He doesn’t say a word as he enters me again. There’s no need. He knows he owns me, and that I would never disagree.

He grabs one leg and puts it over his shoulder, allowing him to go deeper. There’s no pleasure for me. Whether it’s deliberate or not, he’s not hitting my prostate. Instead, he's letting me feel his desire only.

Our ragged breaths mix, and when he throws his head back, I’m in awe, even as sweat clings to my body from the exertion. He’s a fucking wolf . Nothing will stop him.

As his thrusts become more erratic, he reaches out and squeezes my throat. He doesn’t start light, and instead jumps straight to pain. He dips his head next to mine, snarling, “You think you can control me? That you’ll put your ass on the line and I’ll just fall for it? Never.”

When he finally pulls his head back, my air is being cut off completely, and I know how this is going to end, but I don’t fucking care. If he needs this, then so be it. They say there's no greater honor than to sacrifice your life for something you believe in… I believe in Tennant, and I'll leave this world at peace if it helps him.

As he stutters to a stop, the black spots begin to overwhelm me. I can’t speak as I have no air, so I carefully mouth the words “I love you”, and with a smile, I drop into the darkness, ready for whatever comes after this life…