Chapter 39
I didn’t answer Clara’s question imdiately. Instead, I let my gaze travel over her, taking in every detail of her skinny body. Her discomfort was palpable—as if she could sense that this was going down the wrong hill
However, it only fed my twisted entertainnt.
"Not happy yet, Clara. Almost. But we’re not done yet, so there’s ti for plenty of happiness. Don’t you think, Cariño mío?"
"What do you an?" she asked, scratching the back of her neck.
I gestured vaguely at her undergarnts. "All of it."
Her face paled. "What? Here?"
"Yes. Here. Trust , Clara," I said, stepping closer. "You’re safe with . No one will see. It’s just you and , and I swear, you won’t regret this."
Her face wrinkled, and I almost thought she might refuse. But then, with a shaky exhale, she reached behind her and unhooked her bra, letting it fall to the ground. Her panties followed, and she stood before , exposed and vulnerable, her arms instinctively moving to cover herself.
"There," she rolled her eyes. "Now what?"
I smiled, stepping forward and brushing a strand of hair from her face. "Now," I murmured, "you’re perfect."
The glint in my eyes must have betrayed my true intentions, but before she could shift, I moved faster than she could comprehend, closing the gap between us and pinning her against a nearby tree.
Clara’s back hit the tree with a muted thud, and the breath escaped her in a startled gasp. Her wide eyes darted around the dark forest as if it might sohow save her, but she quickly realized the truth.
No one was coming.
No, no. She was here... alone with Big Daddy Luis.
I pressed a hand to her shoulder, keeping her firmly pinned, and leaned in close enough that she could feel my breath on her cheek. Her skin was cool, damp with fear, and I reveled in the way her body trembled beneath my touch.
"Relax, Clara. This is what you ca out here for, isn’t it? A little excitent, a little thrill?" I whispered, letting my tongue lick off the sweat running down her spine.
Her lips quivered as she stamred, "I—no, this isn’t—"
"Shhh." I cut her off, placing a finger on her lips. "You’ve got nothing to worry about. You said you’d trust , rember?"
Tears pooled in her eyes, her shaky breath rising in her throat. "Please, I don’t think I want to do this anymore. This is getting scary. Just let go."
I tilted my head, studying her like a predator might observe wounded prey. "Oh, Clara," I murmured, running my fingers down her arm. "I think it’s a little too late for second thoughts, don’t you?"
Her knees wobbled slightly, but I held her upright. "You’re so much more interesting like this. All that fear, all that vulnerability—it’s intoxicating."
I sniffed in the air like I was inhaling a pack of hard drugs.
Perfecto. Nothing... I an, nothing ca close to the beautiful scent of the fear of my victims minutes before I seized the ability to live from them:
"Please," poor Clara repeated, her voice breaking. "I’ll go back. I won’t tell anyone. Just let go."
I chuckled darkly, my shoulders shaking. "Let you go? Oh no, Clara. I brought you out here for a reason. You’re mine tonight."
Her tears spilled now, streaking her cheeks as she shook her head fervently. "No," she whimpered. "Don’t forget I’m a wolf. I might be a prostitute, but I’m strong. I bet... I bet I can take you on."
Oh, didn’t she feel it? The mont my hands touched her, I had paralyzed her wolf. She was adding comic relief to my plot, and I was here for all of it.
My chuckle this ti was a genuinely amused one. "Seriously, mujer? Didn’t you notice? I..." I planted a wet kiss on her ear. "I, Big Bad Daddy Luis have taken away your wolf’s ability to move or shift. The best thing you can do for ... for us, is to cooperate. I promise you, it’s going to be a sweet end."
"NO!" She scread, trying to jerk herself off, but her strength was like that of a fly on a Giant compared to mine.
Ignoring her protests, I reached out and grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head against the rough bark of the tree. She struggled weakly, but it was futile.
"You know," I said conversationally, as if we weren’t in the middle of a nightmare she couldn’t wake up from, "I’ve always had a soft spot for the broken ones. Sothing about you caught my eye the mont I walked into that place. You stood out from the rest—so hopeless, so desperate. Like a little lost lamb waiting for the wolf to co along."
Her sobs grew louder, but they only fueled the fire burning in my chest. "Go ahead, cry. Scream if you want. No one’s going to hear you out here. It’s just you and , Clara."
She shook her head again, her voice quivering as she choked out, "Why are you doing this? What did I do to you?"
I smirked, leaning in so close that our noses almost touched. "What did you do?" I repeated mockingly. "Oh, Clara, you didn’t have to do anything. You just had to exist. You just had to be miserable. I’m attracted to the stench of your hopelessness. I’m here to be your savior—to set you free."
My words sent a series of hiccups erupting from our poor Clara. Her chest heaved hard as she fought against the inevitable. But there was no escape, no rcy waiting for her in the shadows.
I let my free hand trail down her side, savoring the way she flinched at my touch. Her fear was electric, crackling in the air around us like a storm waiting to break.
"You’re perfect," I whispered, gripping her ass like a foam. "Absolutely perfect."
She squeezed her eyes shut, her body trembling as she whispered, "Please, just let go. I’ll do anything you want. Just let go."
Hm... she tried. Her pleas were genuine, yeah. But rcy wasn’t in my nature.
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