Page 61 of The Breeding Cave
“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.
CHAPTER
THIRTY
YEOSIN
“Why isn’t Molly here?” I asked.
After our little sexcapade in his office, Luciano brought me right back to the penthouse. And I couldn’t help but notice that it was empty. No sign of Molly anywhere, which was extremely unusual. She was always here. By always, I meant always. She didn’t even go out to get groceries.
“Molly isn’t watching you any longer. This is the second time in less than twenty-four hours that I asked her to keep watch on you and something happened,” Luciano said. “She’s not fit at the moment.”
My lip quivered. “B-but it’s not her fault.”
“You’re right,” he said. “It’s not Molly’s fault that you can’t follow orders.”
“Sorry,” I whispered. “Can she come back?”
I didn’t want to admit this to him, but she was my only friend. It was sad, really. But Alvin had completely upended my life, secluded me, and when I wasn’t having it anymore, he decided to break up with me and demand money from his clan.
Then, of course, my stupid self had had to betray Molly and run away this morning.
“Did you punish her?” I whispered, chest aching.
“Do you want me to?”
