I slip out of the room, the door clicking shut behind me.
My exit is clean and silent. I avoid the cameras, retracing my steps with methodical precision. Outside, the air is cool against my skin. But inside, I’m burning.
Once I’m back in my Escalade, I tap into her feed, and her bedroom comes alive on screen.
She’s mine now.
The game is on.
Chapter 16
Laurette Devereux
Nothing hauntsa woman like the echo of a man who could’ve fucked her… but didn’t.
My breath comes in shallow sips, tiny uneven pulls of air, as my knees press into the mattress. Muscles trembling, blindfold still tight across my eyes, I wait.
The room is quiet. Not the quiet of absence, but the quiet of aftermath, as if something dark and holy had passed through and carried the air with it.
My Wolf.
He’s gone.
The door didn’t click, and the air didn’t shift. But I sense his absence. The thread between us has gone quiet. Not broken, but waiting.
I should move. Reach for the blindfold. Shake out my legs. Stand. But I don’t. I can’t. I’m frozen in the space he created, where the heat of his breath still clings to my skin and the whisper of his praise echoes behind my ears.
You’re such a good girl, Laurette.
Mmm, that’s my Babygirl.
I’ll ruin every other man for you, Laurette.
I breathe his words in again and let them crawl beneath my skin and settle deep.
His voice wrapped around me, low and intimate. Every second he lingered in the room reshaped me, leaving me raw and exposed.
I kneel because he told me to.
I remain kneeling becauseIwant to.
Maybe I’m crazy. Maybe I should rip off the blindfold and snap out of this trance. Remind myself he’s a stranger who still hasn’t told me his name. That he touched me, teased me, promised to wreck me…eventually.
Wreck me.I like it.
No, I don’t like it. I love it.
And right now, the only thing worse than being hunted is missing the hunter.
So, I keep the blindfold on and stay on my knees. I pretend, just a little longer, that he’s still here watching, wanting, and waiting to see what I do next.
I obeyed his instructions and wore the lingerie without underwear. No barrier between us. He wanted me to feel exposed—soft, wet, and vulnerable under his gaze.
He could have touched me anywhere.
My pussy clenches at the thought, at the memory of how close he was. His fingers teased the edge of my neck, trailed down my back, ghosted over my hips, never quite dipping between my legs.
Never giving me what I truly wanted.
