Page 29 of The Breeding Cave

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

LUCIANO

“What the fuck happened to you?” I growled.

Yeosin stared up at me with curious eyes, stuck on the fact that I was the beast. “Wow …”

“Yeosin,” I snarled, snatching her chin, “answer me.”

Still caught in her trance, she parted her full lips. “I saw Alvin at Pink Ivory.”

“You what?!” I roared. “You saw the Dragon Clan?!”

“It’s okay. One of my regulars walked me here.” She moved closer and tucked some hair behind my ear, her eyes searching my face, probably for any sign of my beast. “I can’t believe it. Is it true?”

“I told you to stay home,” I growled. “You love being punished, don’t you?”

“Yes,” she breathed out the way she always did at The Breeding Cave.

Her pumpkin scent, mixed with the sweet smell of her cunt, drifted through my nose, and I tried to stay in control. But my wolf had been aching to be released since she had stepped into my office. Except … she’d had strict orders to stay home.

“Are you really the beast?” she whispered, moving closer to me and staring up.

I gritted my teeth. Yeosin knew how to get on every last one of my nerves.

“I’m bringing you home,” I growled, snatching her wrist.

“I’ve been cooped up there all night.”

“You’re lucky that I don’t lock you in there for the rest of your life.”

Yeosin shrugged. “Maybe you shoul?—”

“Be fucking careful about finishing that sentence.”

If I brought her home, then she’d sneak out again unless I either tied her up or … didn’t let her leave my sight. I dropped my grip on her, opened my closet door where I kept items—in case something happened at work—and grabbed a couple of chains from the second shelf.

“Mr. Bates …” Yeosin’s eyes widened when she saw them, and she stepped back. “You’re not serious.”

“Call me Luciano,” I ordered.

“Luciano,” she whispered, “what are you doing with that?”

I tugged her arms behind her back and wrapped the chain around them.

“Luciano!” she cried softly. “What are you doing?!”

“Making sure you don’t go anywhere.”

Once I sat her in the middle of my desk, I placed my hand over her top and ripped it off at the seams, and then I did the same with her bottoms. Her nipples were taut, and her pussy was dripping over the wood.

Then I returned my gaze to my computer to the right of her.

She inhaled sharply and tried to squirm out of the binds, but she wasn’t going anywhere.

“You want to sneak out and put yourself in danger. Then here’s your punishment.”

“Being naked in the middle of your office?!”

“Yes, so I can keep my eyes on you.”

“But don’t you have to work?”

“You should be worried about getting your work done.”

“How can I get my work done like this?!” she exclaimed.

I drew my tongue across my canine teeth. “Figure it out.”

Yeosin flared her nostrils and struggled against the chains once more. “Why are you always grumpy?”

“Because you are set on getting yourself killed.”

“Wouldn’t that be better for you so you could find someone else to have your babies?” she asked like a fucking madwoman. “Why would you want me like this? My body is covered in burns. I’ve turned ugly.”

“Don’t fucking say that shit.” Before another word could leave her mouth, I ripped off my tie and stuffed it into her mouth. “I’ll grant you the right to speak again when you can find something nice to say about yourself.”

“Luciano,” she said, voice muffled, “it’s true.”

“Try to say it again,” I growled, “and see what happens, Yeosin.”

If she thought this was a punishment, she didn’t fucking know what punishment was. But if another self-deprecating word left her mouth, I’d make sure she knew every punishment known to man until she loved herself.

Yeosin sat like a doll on my desk, whimpering to herself, staring at me, and drooling all over my papers. Her nipples were hard as ice, and I’d bet that they were aching. But I had to stay in control.

This was her punishment for leaving the penthouse. She shouldn’t get rewarded.

But the chains restraining her made her a perfect … fuckable … breedable …

Breed, my beast growled to me. Breed now.

“Are you ready to be good for me?” I found myself asking, pulling the tie out of her mouth.

“Please, release me,” she whispered.

Instead of granting her request, I stood and stuffed some paperwork into my bag to bring home. I couldn’t control myself here with her. She struggled against the chains, trying to release herself from them, only for them to get tighter.

“We’re going home,” I said.

“Luciano, I can’t go out like this!” she exclaimed.

“You’re right,” I murmured. “I need to fill you with my cum first.”

Her eyes widened, but her little pussy clenched. “No, you need to release me!”

“Look at this body,” I murmured, pushing two fingers into her pussy, my beast taking over. “You’ve been waiting for me to fuck you all day, haven’t you? You have to learn to be a good girl and follow orders, and I won’t have to be so harsh on you.”

“Luciano,” she whispered, “we can’t do it here!”

I snatched her hips, pulled down my zipper, and lined myself up with her entrance. Her pussy tightened around my head, and then I slammed all of me inside her, grunting and groaning from how tight she was.

“Mr. Bates!” Ella called from outside the room.

“Whatever it is, leave it at the door. I’m busy.”

“It’s really important.”

Goddess, I fucking hated her. “Leave. It. Outside. The. Door.”

After a moment of silence, her scent disappeared. I gripped Yeosin’s hips and pulled her closer to me, growls escaping my throat at the thought of filling her with my cum, getting her pregnant, marking her.

She bit down on her lower lip and whimpered.

Brent knocked. “Hey, I think you’ll want to?—”

“What?!” I growled, buried deep inside Yeosin.

Brent swung the door open like it was nothing and walked into the room. Yeosin scrambled—not that she could move much—and then completely froze when he looked at her, her cheeks reddening.

“What do you want?” I growled at him, not pulling out of my mate.

Our mate needs our cum. Every drop.

Yeosin’s hair fell into her face, and she turned back to me.

I pressed deeper inside her until my balls were pushed against her entrance.

Brent wasn’t going to ruin this for me. With a slight thrust of my hips—one that Brent wouldn’t be able to see, but one that she could definitely feel—she came undone around me. Her pussy pulsed around my dick.

“Fuck,” I grunted against her, slamming myself deeper inside her.

In the middle of my office.

In front of Brent.

I didn’t care. She was mine.

My cum filled her pussy, and I released a low groan.

“You know …” Brent said, his shoes shuffling against the floor. “It can wait.”

Then he slammed the door, leaving me alone to breed my mate.