Fated To Three, And I Broke Them All

Chapter 40: 40-Rubbing His Sausage Over My Nipples

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"Are you leaving already?" I asked Jaguar when I spotted him walking toward the door.

"Of course not," he replied with a smile.

However, I noticed his eyes linger on the way I was dressed.

I was wearing a short baby-blue skirt with soft frills and a white top with thin straps.

The top accentuated my figure nicely.

Even when I had looked at myself in the mirror, I had noticed how it emphasized my curves, making my waist appear slimmer and my hips look wider. freewebnøvel.coɱ

I’d curled my hair and applied my makeup, but I had gone for a natural look.

As I walked out carrying a tray of food for him, Jaguar’s gaze swept over me again before he looked back up at my face.

"Did you sleep well?" He asked, starting a little conversation.

"Yeah sort of," I mentioned the nightmare with hidden words.

After that, Jaguar was on the phone again, and I got the impression that he was talking to someone about fixing my door.

He also talked about cameras, and I was scared.

I didn’t want him to bring anyone over because I didn’t want cameras here.

"I’ll wait for the men to come over, fix the door, and then I’ll leave. Remember? I told you I would do that," Jaguar said with a smile.

I nodded faintly, acting as though I didn’t notice him getting harder in his pants at the sight of me.

"Although I don’t want cameras in here," I said casually, keeping my expression stony and stealing glances away from him because I didn’t want him to see my emotions and figure me out.

"But surveillance is really important these days," he commented. freēwēbnovel.com

"There is an unknown person who has been bothering me. There’s no number. I just get letters. There’s nothing I can do about it. The last thing I want is surveillance cameras getting hacked," I said calmly, trying to make him understand, even though I knew my excuse was probably going to fall flat because I was talking to an Alpha King.

He walked over, sat down, and checked out the tray filled with sandwiches, scrambled eggs, sausages, and the rest of the breakfast spread.

"Wow, I didn’t know you could cook," he said, grabbing a sausage.

"Oh, wait. Here’s the ketchup," I said dramatically, grabbing the bottle.

When I opened the lid and tried to pour it, I noticed him watching my breasts.

As I shook the ketchup bottle, my breasts bounced, giving him quite a view.

He was shameless, staring before finally looking up at me.

When he realized I wasn’t calling him out for it, I could tell he was relieved.

"Yeah, cameras—nobody is going to hack my fucking cameras, so calm down," he commented with a smile.

"Well, I don’t want any more help from you. I’ll get surveillance myself, okay?"

This time, I used a stern tone.

Before he could question me or ask why I was acting so suspicious whenever surveillance came up, I was already moving on to my next plan.

I squeezed the ketchup bottle in a way that made it squirt out, and a few drops landed directly on my breasts, right over my nipples.

Well, it wasn’t exactly planned, and I wasn’t sure it would work, but the moment it happened, his face turned pale.

"Oh, I’m so sorry. I’m pretty clumsy. I hope I didn’t get any on you," I said, reaching for a tissue.

When he reached toward me, I stopped.

He was still holding the sausage in his hand.

As he brought it closer to my nipple and started rubbing it through the ketchup, my body stiffened.

He kept his eyes locked on mine as the tip of the sausage moved around my areola and over my nipple before he began pressing it against it.

I watched him do it.

Then he leaned closer, lifted the sausage from my nipple, and brought it to my lips.

I didn’t break eye contact.

I stuck out my tongue and licked the sausage, starting from the bottom where his fingers held it and moving upward, taking the ketchup off with my tongue.

Then I pressed my lips around it and slowly slid it into my mouth, never breaking eye contact.

I took more of it into my mouth before pulling back and taking a small bite on the way out.

By the time I withdrew my lips, I already had the tip of the sausage in my mouth.

He smiled before putting the other half into his mouth and eating it, the part I had licked.

"I’m so sorry," I said immediately, grabbing a tissue and starting to clean my shirt.

I could tell he didn’t like that I had apologized.

"You didn’t do anything," he said.

"No, but this—this should stop," I replied, pointing between him and me.

Every time I suggested something like that, he looked genuinely upset.

"Why not?"

This time, he sounded more aggressive as he rose from his seat, demanding to know why it wasn’t possible and why I was so resistant.

"Because," I complained, "we’re two different people, Jagua. You’re an Alpha King. I’m just an Omega. You like having women around you, and I—I want to be with one person. So no, I’m sorry. I’m not that woman. You’ll need to find your pleasure somewhere else."

My words drained the color from his face.

More importantly, he didn’t look angry.

He looked hurt.

"Thank you for coming here and helping me, but I think you should leave now," I added, giving him a clear hint that winning my heart wasn’t going to be easy.

Just because he was handsome, and probably had a big dick in his pants, didn’t mean he was going to have me that easily.

He nodded and grabbed his phone.

As he started to briskly walk past me, he suddenly stopped.

He paused at my shoulder, then leaned close to my ear and whispered, "One day, we’ll be together. No matter how much you resist, I’ll close the distance between us."

His breath was so fresh that I hated it.

The warmth of it brushed against my skin, lingering near my jaw before drifting lower.

A shiver ran through me, and I felt a faint tingling between my legs.

Thankfully, he walked away.

But he had walked straight into my trap.