Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 54160 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 271(@200wpm)___ 217(@250wpm)___ 181(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54160 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 271(@200wpm)___ 217(@250wpm)___ 181(@300wpm)
Mercifully, he didn’t force pleasure from me. His grip on my body shifted. He released my hair and gently grasped my shoulders, guiding me upright. He sat down in my chair and settled me on his lap, his strong arms caging me on either side.
He picked up a piece of sausage between his fingers and lifted it to my lips.
My cheeks burned, and I turned my face away. How much humiliation could I endure?
“Open up, pet,” he cajoled.
I pressed my lips together. He tapped the newspaper, a subtle warning of what would happen if I resisted.
Loathing made my insides squirm, but I reluctantly parted my lips, letting him feed me. The act was mortifying; he was truly treating me like his pet as he fed me from his hand.
After a few bites, he seemed content that I would be docile for this shameful act. His other hand lifted from where it’d rested warningly on the paper to stroke my hair. I shivered as my body tingled, hating my involuntary physical reactions to his touch. The contact was undeniably soothing in the wake of being punished, when all I wanted to feel was hatred and resentment.
He watched me intently as he fed me, his eyes penetrating so much deeper than my blank expression. I lowered my lashes so that he wouldn’t be able to see just how badly he was rattling me.
Despite my despair, I didn’t shed a single tear. I would not cry for him. I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction.
I would not break for Dante Torrio.
Chapter 15
Dante
Satisfaction was a warm buzz in my veins, a slight high from dominating my beautiful wife.
Beautiful, but too thin. I wouldn’t allow her to starve herself.
Her cheeks were pink, and her eyes remained downcast as she took the last bite of her breakfast from my hand. She was deeply embarrassed by what I was doing to her, but that only made me enjoy it all the more. Nora was my responsibility now, and I wanted to care for her. If that meant making her shudder and blush, even better. The darkest parts of me craved this from her, and I wouldn’t deny myself. I didn’t feel a shred of remorse or hesitation; she was mine, and I could do as I pleased.
We were well matched. I could feel the warmth of her wet cunt on my thigh, making my pants damp where she sat on my lap. I wondered if she still tingled with arousal as I fed her or if it was residual lust from being punished. She’d been turned on by my discipline. I relished the prospect that humiliation also incited her carnal desire.
I brushed a kiss over her pink cheek. “Well done, pet.”
She stiffened in my arms, chafing at the praise. She probably interpreted it as mockery, but I was truly pleased with her. I did enjoy toying with her, but I wanted her to be healthy. It mattered to me that she ate a full meal. I wouldn’t watch my wife waste away.
I touched my fingers beneath her chin and lifted her face to mine, locking her in my earnest gaze. This wasn’t a game. Not this time. Her wellbeing was too important.
“I’m going to take care of you, Nora,” I vowed. “I’m your husband.”
Her lush lips pulled back from her white teeth in a small snarl of contempt. “You’re not my husband. Luca is. You’re just a monster intent on torturing me.”
Something hot and possessive swelled in my chest. Luca had stolen my bride, and not simply by kidnapping her and forcing her into marriage. He’d somehow acquired her loyalty, possibly even affection, in the short time he’d held her captive. He’d taken what was mine.
Drawing on years of practice, I kept my expression carefully cool and unperturbed. “You think this is torture, darling?”
She didn’t know the first thing about true suffering. I would shelter her from harm. I would protect her from everyone who might hurt her. Except me.
I would never brutalize her, but she would suffer for me. In the woods last night, she’d been breathtaking as she’d screamed in my ropes and begged for mercy.
If it weren’t for that bastard Vitale, I would’ve been the first man to touch her virgin pussy. The orgasm I’d forced from her quivering body would’ve been her first with a man. I would’ve been the one to introduce her to sexual pleasure, to own that piece of her soul forever.
Luca would pay dearly for that. I had plans for him, once he arrived to try to take Nora back from me. He would fail, and I would bring him lower than he ever could’ve imagined. Death was too merciful for my most hated enemy.
She didn’t answer me, and her eyes sparked with spite.
I hadn’t broken her to my will. I had no desire to crush her spirit completely, but she would learn to obey me. I needed her to be more malleable by the time Luca arrived, or she would spoil my plans for him. He would come for her soon. I had no doubt that he was currently gathering the men and firepower necessary to launch an assault on my fortified estate. He might be here in mere hours.