Page 11 of His Playmate
Diego rolled his eyes. “Get lost.”
Wolf stopped by the bed, never taking his gaze off Diego as he asked, “Did you think about what you’ve done?”
Diego glared at him, but he didn’t say anything. He had tried not to focus on what had happened because losing brought him a great deal of shame. But the memories of what he’d experienced at Wolf’s hands kept filling his mind anyway. Diego had realized that Wolf was always a step ahead of him.
“Diego …”
“Yes, I have,” Diego said bitterly.
“Are you going to strike at me again?” Wolf asked.
“No.”
Wolf looked pleased. “Good. If I’d known the cane would make you submit, I would have used it on you earlier, pet.”
A spike of heat shot through Diego’s body and pooled in his groin. Diego had slept with plenty of men in the past, but no one had taken ownership over him the way that Wolf did. Diego had gotten used to taking care of himself and being independent. The thought of losing his freedom was terrifying. His captor was a threat in more ways than just punishments. “Stop calling me that.”
“You seem to like it,” Wolf said.
There was a small part of Diego thatdidlike it. Because of the way Wolf said it … his voice deep and smooth. The word seemed to roll off of Wolf’s tongue naturally. There was a hint of something in Wolf’s tone when he called Diego his pet, and it wasn’t hate. But it was his enemy saying it to him, and Diego knew that he shouldn’t want to belong to Wolf.
Diego kept eye contact with Wolf, and it was starting to stir up a feeling of vulnerability in him. Here Diego was, naked and chained to a bed, his captor looming over him with a dark smile on his lips and a riding crop in his hand. No one had done this to Diego before, and that unnerved him.
This entire situation felt twisted. Wolf was going the extra mile to get his son back, but it seemed like he was also taking pleasure in doing all these things to Diego.
Diego swallowed hard, but it sounded like a gulp because of how dry his throat was. “T-take this off, already,” Diego said, shaking the cuff around his wrist. “I want to stretch my legs.”
“I don’t think you deserve that,” Wolf said.
“I wish that had been a loaded gun, and a bullet had gone right through your fucking head.” Diego felt scared. Confused. He wasn’t thinking before he spoke. Even though some time had gone by, he was still trembling, and he figured it was because of the aftershock of the beating.
“Be careful, Diego. I have enough energy to cane you again.”
“I meant every word.”
“Of course, you did. But is it worth another punishment?”
Wolf was right. Diego wasn’t about to risk it. He was still hurting from the caning he had endured earlier and knew that he’d break down in front of Wolf if pushed. He heaved a sigh and looked away. “No. But why would you leave a gun out like that? This is your fault, Wolf.”
“It was your actions that led to the consequences. You have full control over yourself. I left that gun there on purpose,” Wolf said.
That made no sense at all. They were enemies. Diego had threatened to kill him. Wolf must be playing with him. But that didn’t stop Diego from asking, “Why?”
“Because I wanted to test you. To see if you’d actually follow through with your words and try to kill me. I’m not disappointed that youarea man of your word.”
What the fuck?What if Diegohadmanaged to kill him? Wolf wasn’t joking. His placid facial expression was proof that he was being serious. The yakuza boss was unemotional. Fearless. It was like Wolf felt nothing at all. Always logical, cold, and calculating. Everything Diego was not. Everything he wanted to consume. To be. But he was not Wolf. He could never be Wolf.
Diego let out a dry laugh, but he wasn’t amused by Wolf’s confession. “More like you wanted to have an excuse to play out your sick fantasies and use that stick on me.”
“It’s not a stick, Diego. It’s a cane. And by the looks of it, your punishment was effective.”
“Whatever,” Diego said and looked away.
“Are you going to behave?” Wolf asked. He was always so calm and collected. They were polar opposites.
Diego was quiet for a while. He didn’t want to be Wolf’s captive. He had no control or freedom in this situation. He hated being helpless. Diego glared, wanting to be stubborn. Deep down, he knew that it was pointless because it wouldn’t get him anywhere.
Wolf waited as he stood by the bed. He pressed the riding crop against Diego’s thigh, tapping. “Don’t ignore me.”
