Series: The Rossi Crime Family Series by J.L. Beck
Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 67931 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 340(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 226(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67931 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 340(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 226(@300wpm)
Her body shakes in my hold and I open the back door, tossing her against the bench seat of my car. If she thought I was a vicious bastard before, she has no fucking clue what she is in for.
I’ll show her what happens when Damon Rossi’s mercy runs out.
I drive home, clutching my steering wheel so tightly, the thing is in danger of ripping off. It takes everything inside me not to turn around and scream at her. So fucking what I was getting a blowjob. I was getting one because she refused to give me one, because she is nothing but a cock tease.
I hear her quiet sobs from the backseat, but I don’t give a fuck right now. This is her own fault. She should have listened to me.
Fuck…she should have listened. The idea of hurting her doesn’t sit well with me, but I have to do this. I have to prove I mean business. I’ve killed men for less; she can’t keep getting away with this behavior.
The drive home is short, and when I turn into the driveway, I park inside the garage. My mind is still running rampant with anger. I can’t think of anything besides showing her the consequences of what happens when you disobey me. I get out of the car, but she makes no move to open the back door. I guess I’ll be a gentleman and do it for her. Reaching in, I grab her arm and pull her from the back seat. She whimpers in my hold, but I ignore it. I slam the door shut, drag her into the house, her feet digging into the floor the entire way to her room, then throw her onto the bed.
When I pull the handcuffs from my back pocket, she scurries away from me, but she’s not fast enough—not to get away from me. I snatch her ankle and pull her back to the center of the bed.
“Please, Damon…” she pleads, tears in her big brown eyes.
I swallow down any and all emotions I feel for this woman, letting the anger continue to flow through my veins. I grab one of her arms and secure the handcuffs to it, then I pull her whole body up to the headboard and attach the other cuff around one of the bars.
With one hand cuffed to the bed, she can kick and scream all she wants, but she isn’t going anywhere. I stand up, looking down at her like she is some kind of offering.
Undoing my belt, I watch her whole body shake and her face contort in fear while I unzip myself pushing the dress slacks down until my rock-hard cock is free and my pants are on the floor, kicked away from my feet. “Give me one good reason why I shouldn't do this. Why I shouldn’t fuck you right now.”
She looks up at me a moment, and I don’t think she is going to say anything at all, but then she does—and just like the rest of her body, her voice is shaking too.
“Because you don’t really want to hurt me.” The tears stain her cheeks.
Don’t I? I consider her words. I’ve been so consumed by rage since I found out she left, this might be the first time I actually stop to think. I need her to listen to me. I need her to be scared of me, but do I want to make that happen by hurting her? It’s the only way I know how.
Do I really want to break her like this? Because that’s what I would do if I hurt her this way. I’d break her, and I can’t picture myself doing that to her.
Watching tear after tear roll down her face and onto the pillow is starting to bother me more than I care to admit. I can feel the anger starting to leave my body, leaving me with feelings I don’t want or need. I can’t look at her face anymore—I just fucking can’t.
Grabbing her ankles, I flip her over onto her belly and pull her pants and underwear down in one go. Her cries are muffled by the pillow, but I can still tell her crying is getting worse. She starts to sob, her body shaking violently.
I squeeze my lids shut. I can’t take it any longer. Her pain is starting to become my own, and I can’t take it. I just fucking can’t.
I lean over, tilting her head a little so I can see part of her face again. Brushing some tear-soaked hair from her cheek, I lean closer and whisper right into her ear.
“If you listen to me and be very still, I won’t hurt you…and I won't take your virginity.”
Her sobs almost stop immediately. Only small tremors she can't control remain. I stand up and look at her perfect body. Her skin is just as delicate and beautiful as I imagined it would be.