I am Not Your Pet

"Strip." He said coldly.

Clara couldn't believe her ears, "What?"

"I said strip off your clothes. Are you deaf?"

She only wore a simple summer cotton dress but under his stare, Clara felt it became transparent. The bracelet burned on her right wrist, a constant reminder of his cruel tortures.

"No." She paled, "You treated me as you please, kidnapped me on the empty alley, dragged me back to that little cold room with my hair in your fist! Do you remember? Then you shoved my face on the dirts, suffocating me and threaten to harm my dad."

Her breath panting with each words. Her hand gripping her right wrist, on the bracelet.

"Then you seduce me and stole my first time. The next morning, you treated me like the asshole you are! I've had enough!" Clara yelled.

The sound of clock ticking on the wall was deafening in the silence.

"Are you done? Now strip." He said with the same frosty tone.

Unaffected by her ranting, he stood there with each hands in his pants pockets. The summer night got colder than winter breeze, pierced through her body.

Under frustration, Clara took five big steps to reached him and swing her hand to slap him.

But before her slap landed on that tanned cheek, he halted Clara by gripping her hand in punishing way.

"Be careful, Clara." He warned.

With that, Xander yanked her small body near, her perk breasts grazed his muscled chest. She gasped when she felt electric shook her body from head to toe.

Xander chuckled, "Your body want me. Don't deny it, Clara. We had a good time that night. I still remember how your tight heat enveloping me. Your sexy moans filling the darkest hour of the night."

"Don't you want to experience it again? I'll make you scream when you came apart with me inside you." He whispered sweetly.

She'd understood why men always came to their club, now that she experienced what sex felt like, she couldn't judge them. Because Xander occupied her mind everyday.

"You asshole! You came inside me many times that night. What if I…" She blushed.

"You swallowed the pill, right?" Concern was written on his face.

Xander was never careless when it come to protection. He always made sure his partner taken birth control. But with Clara, somehow he forgot to use his brain. He cursed under his breath that morning when his mind cleared from lust.

He wanted to seek revenge not making a baby!

Hell. A baby would destroy all of his plans.

When Clara didn't answer him, he probed, "Clara! You took the pill or not? Answer me!"

Clara saw the panic in his face so she wanted to torture him more.

"Uuummm…" She made that sound as if thinking.

"Clara, be serious. You wouldn't want a baby from your kidnapper, right?" He scolded.

"Xander!" Her eyes wide, laughing at him.

"I'm not." She laughed uncontrollably, "I wish you could look at your face right now."

"You 'are not' what?" He growled.

"I'm not pregnant, asshole."

His face was still in disbelief, "How can you be so sure?"

"Because I got my monthly period two days ago." She bit back.

Understanding dawned, his rigid body relaxed a little. While he felt relief that Clara was not pregnant, deep in his heart, he was a little disappointed.

Darn! The animal inside him couldn't possibly consider to impregnated Clara, right?

Clara leaned her head on his chest, wanting his nearness. She missed him terribly, she was afraid of her own feelings.

"Do you miss me, little mouse?" Xander was rubbing her back.

"A little." She confessed shyly.

Xander tilted her head, gazing at this gorgeous woman in his embrace, then kissed her tenderly on the lips.

Clara moaned when the tender kiss was not enough, she wanted Xander to kiss her hard, made her forget about anything.

Made her forget who he was. And what she was to him.

Just as two lovers.

Clara coaxed him with her own lips, drew in the male scent that made her head dizzy. Xander knew what she want, but intentionally refused her wish. No matter how urgent his need, he'd hold himself back for a week, to clear his mind.

Clear his mind from the scent of this innocent lady he supposed to hate.

He stopped kissing her and Clara opened her eyes to look at the tall man with confusion.

"I couldn't stop if we start now, Clara." He grunted.

Clara was blushing when she remember she was on period right now. They couldn't do it.

"I need to make an appointment with a doctor tomorrow. You'll get your first shot. I reckon you're not on birth control because of your virginity, hence I gave you the morning-after pill." Xander explained.

"Birth control shot? I don't want it!" Clara cried out.

He looked at her like a father look at their rebel kid, "Don't be a child, Clara. You are a 'woman' now."

Clara stepped away from him, twisting her hands together. Then she looked at him with hatred.

"Why? So you could take me anytime you want?" She taunted.

"I just need to snap my fingers and you'll come crawling at my feet." He remarked.

"I am not your pet!" Clara hissed.

"Whatever you say, little mouse. You'll still get that injection tomorrow." He said with finality.

"You could use protection yourself. Why it has to be me to get injected?"

Xander rubbed his temple, "Next time I will. That was my mistake. In my haste to bed you, I forgot. I couldn't help myself, you are a siren."

Xander grinned at her, made her want to succumb. But she was afraid of…

"Then what about pills? I could take contraceptive pills everyday." She said.

"No. You could've forget to take it and I won't risk it. Injection is more convenient. That's it Clara. Good night."

Xander started to walk out of the room, Clara halted him with her hand on his thick arm.

"Wait, Xander!"

Xander gave him one last kiss on her forehead, "I had promised my friend to attend her birthday so you'll have to eat dinner alone in this room. But tomorrow after your injection I want to take you somewhere."

"Good night, Clara, my little mouse."

Xander gave him a quick and passionate kiss on her lips before he disappeared behind locked door.

Clara was still in a dreamy state that she forgot what she dreaded will take place tomorrow.

*** End of Chapter 13 ***