Page 34 of The Breeding Cave
“What was that?” I asked, teasing her.
“D-did you see the security cameras?” she asked.
I lowered my gaze. “Something like that.”
“S-sorry, I was lost. It’s so n-new to me here.”
“You weren’t … getting yourself into trouble, now were you, Miss Cho?”
“No, sir,” she said.
And I had to stop myself from correcting sir to Alpha.
“Because if you were, then you’d have to be punished.”
She stared up at me, her nipples hardening underneath her shirt and her arousal becoming so strong that my beast was slowly claiming hold of me. “P-punished?!”
“Punished.”
After shuffling her feet on the floor—rubbing her thighs together in the process—she tilted her head down and looked up at me through her lashes. “What kind of punishment?” she asked, her heart pounding so loudly that my beast could hear it.
Is she enjoying this?
I kicked myself off the desk and stalked closer to her. She sucked in a breath and craned her head up, furrowing her brows together. I grabbed hold of the beast inside me, desperate to stay in control. Yeosin couldn’t see my eyes change color or the beastly qualities inside me.
I stared down into those big brown eyes. “The good kind.”
“Oh, yeah?” she whispered, her arousal so strong that I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold my beast back much longer.
But I couldn’t stop pushing her. I wanted—needed—her here, on top of my desk, screaming out my name.
Right when I was about to respond, she sucked in a sharp breath and swallowed hard, her cheeks becoming even redder. “It, um, won’t happen again! I promise, Mr. Bates. I’ll be here on time tomorrow.”
“And if you’re not?”
She grabbed the door handle. “Then you can punish me any way that you’d like.”
CHAPTER
SEVENTEEN
YEOSIN
Luciano had disappeared into a meeting room, and I shot up to my feet. My stomach was growling, but I hadn’t dared to take my lunch break yet because the thought of him punishing me kept me here.
My core was pulsing and warm, desperate to be filled by him.
I swallowed hard and pushed the thought to the back of my mind. I needed food.
So, once the coast was clear, I slipped into the elevator and pressed the Ground Floor button. I bounced on my toes, my heart racing at the thought of earlier, when Luciano had called me into his office.
All that talk of punishment had really gotten me going. My pussy had been pulsing all morning at the thought of that grumpy man bending me over his desk and having his way with me until he was satisfied.
But maybe I was reading this all wrong. The girls up front had said that Luciano had a thing for Ella, and we looked absolutely nothing alike. And he was my boss, so it wasn’t like anything could actually happen between us.
It was my imagination making things up.
Besides, even if things were to happen and then the beast got me pregnant, how the hell would I explain that to him?
