Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 89232 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 446(@200wpm)___ 357(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89232 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 446(@200wpm)___ 357(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
When he finally sets me free and tucks his cock back into his pants, I collapse on my heels at his feet. This isn’t how I imagined oral sex. I’m not keen on repeating it.
“On your knees,” he says. “Turn around and face the bed.”
I scowl. My throat feels raw inside. It takes effort to speak. “I was right. You really are a sick pervert.”
The set of his jaw hardens. He doesn’t like it when I call him out on his shit, especially not when it’s true.
“I said on your knees, Sabella.”
When I don’t move fast enough for him, he grabs my bicep and pulls me to my knees before twisting me around and pushing my upper body down on the bed. He leans over me, takes my wrists, and arranges them above my head.
His voice is a wicked whisper in my ear. “You didn’t do very well earlier when my cock was stuffed down your throat. Let’s see if you can do a better job this time.”
This time? If I hoped my punishment was over, I was wrong. As I look at him from over my shoulder, I realize when he pulls his belt from the loops of his waistband, it hasn’t even started.
Cold sweat breaks out over my body, but I refuse to beg again.
“You betrayed me, Sabella,” he says, folding the leather double with the buckle in his palm. “You deceived me. Ran from me. I can forgive you almost anything, but plotting to marry another man?”
Whack.
The leather comes down hard on my buttocks, leaving a sting that turns into a path of fire. Fuck. That hurts. I gnash my teeth and swallow my sounds. I try to prepare myself for the next blow, but my back arches when it falls. The worst isn’t the sting. It’s the lingering burn.
Whack.
“That was for not keeping your hands where I told you to keep them.”
Whack.
The next two blows heat my thighs.
I curl my fingers into the covers, willing myself not to move, but it’s almost impossible when the bite of the leather falls right over my pussy. My whole body jerks. It’s only a miracle that I’m able to hold back my scream.
“That was for trying to give away what belongs to me.”
Whack.
I nearly pass out when he directs the next lash at the same spot.
“It’ll never happen again, Sabella.”
He aims higher again, leaving a searing streak over my left ass cheek.
“Or I will discipline you.”
Right cheek.
I’ve stopped counting. My whole backside is covered in flames. My only consolation is that I’ve given him neither sounds nor tears. I’d rather bite off my own tongue.
It takes me a moment to register that the lashes have stopped. My chest heaves as if I ran a marathon even though I don’t understand why. It takes me an even longer moment to find my breath.
He lets me, doing nothing but standing quietly behind me and giving me time and space to process this.
I know what he did. He came in my mouth, making it clear he was only using one of my holes to humiliate me for how I humiliated him by running off with Colin. The spanking was for thinking I could escape.
His palm on my back jolts me. He has no right to touch me like this, to brush a hand over my skin as if he cares.
My hair came loose from the bun. The strands are tangled. Wisps cling to my sweaty forehead when I turn my face to the side. The heat he inflicted with his belt seeped into every part of my skin.
Pressing my cheek against the mattress, I look back at him. “You’re a fucking hypocrite, Angelo Russo.” My laugh is cold and mocking. “I learned about deceit and betrayal from the master. You’re the one who taught me.”
He clenches his jaw and retracts his hand. The reprieve doesn’t last. Grabbing my arm, he pulls me up and across the floor. My feet refuse to cooperate. I stumble.
He rightens me, giving me a shake. “You wanted me to shoot you?” Taking the gun from the dressing table, he caresses the arch of my neck with the barrel. “That’s the punishment I usually reserve for traitors.”
I unleashed the monster, but we’re both too angry to stop. We’re both way past the point of no return.
“Then do it,” I say, my nostrils flaring. “Pull the fucking trigger.”
He smiles. I don’t know why, but the gesture stills me.
“That’s what you want?” he asks, his dark eyes pulled into slits. “That I pull the trigger?”
As always, I’m out of my league with him. I’m no match for this man who has life experience I can never dream of obtaining, experience I never want and don’t wish on my enemies.
His fingers tighten painfully on my arm. “Have you ever taken a bullet, cara?”