Chapter 28: Are You Still Obsessed with Him?
Hazel froze upon hearing the name. Why did Cyril suddenly bring up Putnam?
“It’s my private matter. There’s no need to explain it to you,” Hazel furrowed her brows. She despised everyone around her for mentioning Putnam. What did this have to do with Cyril?
“Hazel, you call it your private matter? Can’t you be open with me about your past?” Cyril stood up and walked over to Hazel. She looked off, and something was amiss. This only fueled Cyril’s curiosity about this mysterious man.
Hazel didn’t want to discuss this, and she scowled, thinking that there was no need to explain this matter to Cyril.
“Why do you want to know my past?” Hazel shouted back.
Cyril appeared infuriated. “What’s considered necessary, Hazel? I want to know about your past.”
Hazel replied defiantly, “Why do you want to know my past?”
Cyril fell into deep thought, lips pressed in a thin line, his face growing darker. Why did he want to know about Hazel’s past? Was it just curiosity, or was it a possessive urge?
Hazel observed Cyril’s expression and had a sudden realization. Was Cyril jealous because of Putnam?
“Cyril, are you angry because of Putnam?” Hazel got closer to Cyril, the thought excited her.
Cyril replied with annoyance, “Hazel, you’re testing my patience again.”
However, his hands slipped under Hazel’s clothing and caressed her gently. Cyril gently ran his fingers over her soft skin.
Hazel let out a moan. “You don’t even know him. Why do you need to know about him?”
Hazel gazed up at Cyril, her fingers tracing circles on his chest. She felt her heart racing and her desire growing between her legs. She longed for Cyril to take things further right there in the office, to make her feel that pleasure.
“Why won’t you talk about it?” Cyril continued to press, stopping his movements.
Hazel turned away, unable to look at him. How could she bring herself to talk about it? Did she have to tell Cyril that she had been abandoned, that the time she spent searching for Putnam was the darkest period of her life? But that was in the past, and she had moved on; she didn’t feel any attachment to Putnam anymore.
“I just don’t want to talk about it, Cyril. Don’t force me,” Hazel remained stubborn as ever. Putnam was insignificant to her now, and she didn’t see any reason to bring him up.
“He’s your ex-boyfriend? Are you still obsessed with him?” The mere thought of it made Cyril’s anger hard to contain. How could the woman beneath him still be obsessed with another man?
“What if I really am obsessed with him? What would you do?” Hazel locked eyes with Cyril, suddenly eager to gauge his reaction. This was crucial to her.
“I’d make sure you know who you belong to,” Cyril murmured into Hazel’s neck, his voice low and husky, a hint of hostility in his tone, perhaps aimed at Putnam.
Hazel was taken aback by Cyril’s response. She hadn’t expected him to say that, but it wouldn’t change anything. Cyril would have his mate eventually, and she would find hers. They couldn’t escape the bonds of fate, as the Moon Goddess would entwine them with their mates. Rejecting their mates came at a steep price.
“Cyril, what gives you the right to do that? You’re just my Alpha, without the right to interfere with who I’m with.” Hazel teased, knowing that provoking the Alpha had its advantages and could lead to certain punishments. She craved that kind of discipline, finding it exhilarating. Cyril was always drawing her in.
“Hazel, you’re being deliberate,” Cyril chuckled lightly. He knew what was going on in Hazel’s mind. Even though he knew she was teasing, he still didn’t like what she said.
“Hazel, I’m serious. I’ll have my mate.” Hazel gazed into Cyril’s face, wanting to see his reaction, but she was disappointed to see him only raise an eyebrow.
“Hazel, you should learn to speak nicely.” Cyril’s hand slid down under Hazel’s pants, caressing her intimate area, and she let out a sound of pleasure.
Hazel moaned, and Cyril chuckled lightly. She looked very alluring. No matter what Hazel said, her body was clearly interested in him.
Cyril didn’t stop his movements; his fingers continued to circle Hazel’s clit, and her moans were like sweet music.
“Cyril,” Hazel could feel her body’s response, and her wolf, Rita, was already excited.
“Hazel, do I have the right? Do I?” Cyril whispered in her ear. His hot breath sprayed on Hazel’s parted lips, and she couldn’t help but try to close her legs.
“Tell me,” Cyril’s eyes grew darker as he gazed at Hazel’s flushed cheeks. He was excited himself.
“Yes, you have the right,” Hazel’s voice trembled. Cyril increased the speed of his fingers, and Hazel felt the wetness flow down her thighs. She whimpered and used her core to rub against Cyril’s hand.NôvelDrama.Org owns this.
Hazel couldn’t control her body’s natural responses. She desired Cyril’s touch and his punishment. She was already feeling the pleasure. She reached out and wrapped her hands around Cyril’s neck, hoping he would fill her up.
“Hazel, never forget who you belong to now,” Cyril smirked. He enjoyed seeing Hazel’s seductive expression, removed his fingers, and didn’t take things further.
“Cyril, you can’t leave it like this!” Hazel growled in frustration on the desk. “One more time!”
Cyril once again refused to take her, leaving Hazel frustrated. She could sense Cyril’s possessiveness but was annoyed that he was willing to make her climax without taking their relationship further.
Hazel was already eighteen, after all!
“Hazel, punishment isn’t something you get anytime you want,” Cyril sat in his office chair. He wanted Hazel to remember this feeling, ensuring no other men would cross her mind.
Hazel clenched her lower lip, shooting an angry glare at Cyril before fixing her disheveled clothes and getting up from the desk.
“Hazel, calm down,” Rita grumbled. She, too, had enjoyed the sensation, but provoking the great Alpha was never a good idea, especially in his office. Hazel seemed to have wanted it.
“Cyril, I am certain I won’t belong to you,” Hazel said, then opened the massive oak door, leaving Cyril’s office. Her anger was palpable.