by S Williams
As if he can’t resist the urge, he leans forward and his mouth comes crashing down on mine. His hot tongue slips through my lips, parting my mouth, and that’s when I explode.
I moan loud and raggedly into his mouth, but he continues playing with my tongue, rolling his around mine as I release. He locks my face in one hand, using the other to make sure Francesca catches every single drop.
She glides her tongue over my tender, swollen clit more than once, and I quake under the pressure, grasping onto him, breathing deep and erratically.
He finally breaks the kiss, releasing my face and Francesca’s hair.
She sits up a little with haste, wiping her mouth with the back of her arm. She’s still between my legs, looking between Draco and me, wearing an unsatisfied frown.
I can feel him still watching me unravel, but I am too embarrassed to look at either of them for too long right now.
She just…ate me out and I enjoyed it way too much.
And that kiss.
My God, that kiss.
I hate him, I really do, but damn those lips.
Damn him for giving me this illicit pleasure.
He pulls away and walks to the corner to grab what looks like a paddle. It’s made of solid wood, with a long handle and a thick board.
When he comes back, it takes me by total surprise when he grips the back of Francesca’s neck, forces her body forward so her ass is showing, and then spanks her with it. His jaw clenches as he spanks her five times.
With each strike she’s biting into her bottom lip, tears lining up at the rim of her eyes. He hits her hardest during the fifth strike and she yelps so loudly that I cringe for her.
Dropping the paddle, he grabs a handful of her hair and roughly yanks her away from me. She hisses through her teeth, but says nothing. Like a ragdoll, she takes it. She ends up on the edge of the bed and he finally lets go.
“Go get cleaned up,” Draco orders, and I realize he’s only talking to her, not me. She looks at him and then at me. Her lips are still pink, wet, and raw, as well as her ass.
She climbs off the bed, picks up her clothes, and then walks towards the stairs while rubbing her behind, but of course she looks back. She watches Draco, how he ogles me like a hawk.
The look in her narrowed gaze tells it all: Why hasn’t he done the same to her too?
Hell, I hope he doesn’t. It looked painful.
When she’s gone, Draco steps closer to me.
“You want more of that?” he asks.
I shake my head rapidly. “No.”
“You enjoyed it.”
“I had no choice but to,” I retort.
“Oh, you had a choice. We always have choices, you just chose the wiser one this time.” His crooked grin really gets under my skin.
“Why would you make her do that?”
“That wouldn’t be her first time eating pussy.”
“You’re a pig,” I spit. “We aren’t your fucking toys.”
He frowns, taking the final step it takes to be pressed against me. He reaches down and grabs my forearm, yanking my hand up to grope the rock in his pants.
“Who do you think I’m hard for right now?” His voice comes out deep and husky.
“Her.”
“You know damn well it isn’t her. If it was, I would have told you to leave.” He watches my reactions carefully. “I saw how you looked at my cock. I felt how you shuddered when I kissed you. You want to hate me, but I know you want my cock just as badly as I want your pussy, Gianna.” He leans forward and his lips press on the bend of my neck.
My veins flood with fire, but I try to stay content.
“I’m leaking like a motherfucker after watching you cum all over her mouth like that.”
I swallow hard.
He sits down on the edge of the bed, wrenching my legs apart. I whimper as he brings his hand between my thighs and runs a thick finger deep inside me. I helplessly sigh as he begins to play with me.
He watches me—how my head tips back and my mouth parts. I can’t believe I’m letting him do this to me. I can’t believe I’m even feeling this way—wanting this after what he’s done to me.
This man has ruined my entire life and yet I’m craving parts of him that shouldn’t.
Bringing his hand up, he sticks his finger through my parted lips. “Suck.”
I suck it away, tasting my deceit.
“I bet it’s sweet,” he murmurs. “Feels tight, too. So tight I may need to break you in.”
He pulls back, releasing a sigh. “But the sad thing is disobedient little girls don’t get a taste of my cock. You’ll ache for me,” he murmurs, gripping my thigh lightly. “And then you’ll beg some more. And then you’ll learn. You’ll learn that obedience and submission gets you rewarded in so many ways—ways you could never imagine. But disobedience will leave you desperate and hungry…and you don’t want that, niñita.”
His face goes rock solid as he gradually pulls his finger out of my mouth and stands up. His cock is still hard, the bulge massive above me. With a swift shake of his head, he walks towards the stairs.
“Be at dinner on time tonight.” He peers over his shoulder. “I think you’ve learned your lesson by now, haven’t you?”
I nod.
He turns to face me with a frown. “I didn’t hear you.”
“Yes, I learned my lesson, sir.”
A smirk plays on the edges of his lips. Walking down the steps, he says, “That’s a good niñita.”
When he’s down the stairs, I hear the bottoms of his shoes clicking as he walks to the door. As soon as I hear that door shut, relief swims through me. I gather my dress from the floor and put it on quickly.
I hate that my legs feel so wobbly and my body is so relaxed. I need those pent-up frustrations back.
I hate that he made her do that to me.
Now it will be awkward when I see her. Perhaps those were his intentions. He wanted us to distance ourselves. He didn’t like that we were getting along…and I wonder why.
What’s so bad about making a friend…or at least having someone with the same problems to talk to?
The last time I’ve felt this way down there was when Toni would take care of me. I can’t believe myself. I’m so ashamed.
I feel like I’ve betrayed my husband by letting Draco touch me that way. Tears instantly blind me and I sink back down on the bed.
The tears are hot and heavy, and they don’t hesitate to fall. I crouch forward and cup my face, swiping roughly at the unwanted tears, trying my hardest not to sniffle just in case he returns and hears me.
That wasn’t supposed to happen.
When I got married to Toni, I made a sacred vow to him that I would never hurt, betray, or cheat on him. But I feel like I just have…even though he isn’t here.
I don’t understand Draco.
He knows I was married to the enemy, so why wouldn’t he treat me as such?
He shouldn’t trust me.
I would do dangerous things just to get out of here, including murder.
When I’ve pulled my shit together, I roughly swipe the tears away and then hurry towards the door.
I walk up the stairs to get to the corridor. I spot the white-haired man coming in my direction and I freeze. His strides continue, his sneer grating my nerves.
“Remind me to ask Francesca how your pussy tastes,” he chuckles as he walks by. “Listening to you moan like that makes me want to fuck that juicy cunt even more now.”
I hurry past but I feel him looking back at me. I don’t bother. He’s a filthy animal and I wish he would disappear already. He’s an asshole and a snitch. He told on Francesca for helping me and he got nothing out of it? What was the point?
When I’m inside my bedroom, I lock the door and hurry for the bathroom. I take a long, hot shower, hoping to rid myself of any trace of Draco. I don’t want to remember what just happened. I can’t even imagine how Francesca feels—being forced to do that to another woman.
I can’t imagine myself doing it. It’s not something I’m accustomed to. I love cock, but I can’t deny how amazing it felt to have her there between my legs.
Damn it.
Stop.
Don’t think about it.
Just forget it ever happened.
Chapter Twelve
Day 10 (Continued)
There’s a window in my bathroom that I didn’t notice until now. I didn’t notice it because it’s a small, rectangular window that is high up on the wall, way above the toilet.
A toddler wouldn’t even be able to fit his head through it.
I stand on the tank of the commode, my feet hanging off the edge. My fingers grip the windowsill and as I peer out, I see nothing but shimmering, sapphire water.
A never-ending, vast body of blue.
I look to the right and that’s when I see the brown shed they have Ronaldo in. There aren’t any men outside of it today, which makes me question if Ronaldo’s still alive.
I watch the brown shed for a long time, hoping to see someone walk in or come out, but there is no movement. The sun is setting behind it. I remember knowing when the sun was setting in there, from the small window in that cell.
I hated the sunset then because it meant nightfall was coming soon. There were no lights in that cell. I could hardly see Ronaldo when it became dark—not unless the moon decided to burn bright.
Sighing, I step down from the commode. I plant my feet on top of the toilet seat and crouch a bit, but as I spin around, I spot a large body standing between the frames of the door. I clutch my chest, panting rapidly.
“What the hell?!” I blurt out.
My eyes meet heavy, brown ones, along with furrowed eyebrows.
“I put you in this room for a reason,” Draco murmurs. “The windows can’t be unlocked in here.” He takes a slow step forward. “You can’t run away. And even if you could, why would you want to?”
“I wasn’t thinking about running away.” Though it would be nice to escape.
“So what were you thinking about up there?” He gestures towards the window with a bob of his head.
I look away, unsure if I should ask. I don’t think I should. He shouldn’t know that Ronaldo and I were buddies in that cell. If he suspects it, he might break him even more. He’ll make assumptions and I can’t have that.
So I lie. “I was wondering if I could go to the beach sometime.”
He cocks his head with thin lips. He doesn’t say anything. He just stares at me.
The air is thick around us, and I notice how he looks from my cleavage to my legs.
“Get down,” he orders. And I step down, folding my fingers in front of me. I run one finger over the diamond ring. “You think you deserve to go to the beach, niñita?” His fingers tilt my chin and I’m forced to meet his eyes.
I shrug. “I don’t know.”
He pulls his hand away. “I don’t think so. You haven’t been behaving very well.”
“How can you expect me to behave after what you did to Toni?” I spit out.
He narrows his eyes and then points his gaze down to my hands. I don’t realize that I’m twisting the ring around my finger, a nervous habit. With strict, chiseled features, he grabs my wrist and brings my hand up to view it.
Then, before I know it, his fingers are tugging at the ring, prying it off.
I yank away in an instant. “No! Stop! You can’t take it!”
He stops tugging, his angry eyes meeting mine. “Are you telling me what to do?”
“No.” I shake my head rapidly and my hair slaps my cheeks. “I’m not. I swear.” My eyes burn. “It’s all I have left of him. You can’t take it. Please,” I beg.
He holds onto my wrist, unblinking. His jaw pulses as he squeezes my wrist tighter, his fingers running over my skittering pulse.
“Fine.” He steps back, dropping my arm. So much relief floods through me. I almost want to thank him, but in an instant my relief vanishes when he says, “Since you won’t let me take it off, you take it off and hand it to me.”
I stare up at him with an expression full of horror. Is he serious?
I don’t even know why I wonder. I know he is. He doesn’t joke around. He means this.
I hold my hand against my chest, as if I’m protecting a baby. “Why are you doing this?” My voice breaks.
“Because I fucking can. Now take it off.” His voice is filled with so much rage that it confuses me to hear.
“I’ve never done anything to you, and whatever Toni did, I’m sorry about it, but you don’t have to punish me for his mistakes!”
Draco chuckles, swiping a hand across his jaw. “You think I’m punishing you because of him?” His amusement washes away in an instant. “Trigger Toni is gone. My beef with him has been settled. But while you are under my roof, nothing of his will be here. Now. Take. It. Off.”
His thick eyebrows draw together as he sticks his hand out. His furious glare confuses the hell out of me. I don’t get it. What have I done to deserve this?
I’ve been trying to fight my tears ever since the first night I cried in that cell. I fought them when he wouldn’t let me eat, and even at night when he sneaks by my bedroom door. I fought them when he made Francesca do those things to me.
I have fought them every night, but I can’t today. Today is just a really fucked up, shitty day.
This is all I have left of Toni, my husband, my life, and he’s asking me to hand it over like it means nothing at all?
I know I can’t fight him—I can’t resist. If I resist, he’ll punish me and I’m sure the consequence will be worse than not eating.
I twist the ring off and the hot tears that fall down my cheeks feel like lines of fire. My heart thunders in my chest, my entire body vibrating as I finally hand him the $25,000 ring, which meant so much more than money to me.
When it’s in the palm of his hand, he clutches it, but doesn’t pull his sight away from me. He takes one large step forward, getting so close to me that I can feel his body heat. He leans forward, and the stubble on his jaw grazes my cheek.
“You should know, niñita, that you are not his. He is gone and he’s never coming back.” He strokes the tears away from my left cheek. “Once you accept that, things will be so much easier for you around here. All you have to do is submit,” he says, running a hand up my arm. My skin crawls in response. “Accept this fate. Do as you’re told, please me, and things will go a lot smoother for you around here. Are you ready to accept this fate?”
I shake my head, grimacing up at him. “Fuck you,” I hiss.
As soon as my words fill the already thick air, his hand comes up to my throat. He turns my body and forces me to step back so that my back hits the wall. He bares the top row of his teeth, his hand squeezing tight, but not so tight that I can’t breathe.
We stare at one another with heated glares. He’s looking from my eyes to my lips, and then down to my breasts. I can only focus on his evil face, my nostrils flaring.
It finally softens a touch and he releases me. I rub my neck and he releases a throaty chuckle.
“You’ll come around, niñita. The smart ones always do, and from what I know about you, I know you are far from stupid.” He raises a stern finger and points it at me. “You’re angry right now, and I understand that. I can be an empathetic man, you see. But,” he rasps, “the next time you speak to me like that, I won’t be so merciful. Disrespect is another thing I don’t admire, Gianna.”
His hot gaze travels up and down the length of my body. Leaning forward, he tips my chin and presses his warm lips to the apple of my cheek. I hate the heat I feel sinking down to the pit of my belly.
“Make sure you dress nice tonight,” he commands lightly, stroking my cheek. “I have something big planned for my new arrival after dinner.” His new arrival, meaning me.
Pulling away, he turns his back to me and walks out. Before he disappears, I see him slide my wedding ring into his front pocket. Watching
it sink in there, knowing it will be riding along with him as he walks around this house, makes my heart shrivel up in my chest. What will he do with it?
My heart is still slamming, my tears thicker and heavier.
I slide my back down the wall, squeezing handfuls of hair in my hands, unleashing all of the emotion and rage that I can longer contain. Taking my ring is the last straw. That was sacred and special to me.
I hate this place. I hate him!
Francesca was right. All he cares about is himself. All he cares about is feeding his ego.
I meant what I said to him. Fuck him. I won’t accept this fate.
I won’t be happy living with a man that isn’t even happy with himself.
He needs to let me go. He’ll get nothing out of me. Not willingly.
I stare into the mirror, eyes cold and distant, my arms at my sides.
My hair has been parted at the front and swoops over my right eye. I’ve pulled it back into a loose lower bun.
Normally, I would admire a gown like this—I would enjoy looking like this. I put on makeup because he wants me to look nice (and frankly, after he took my ring, I didn’t think it was a bad idea to distract myself enough by looking pretty again.) My lips are glossed and I look great…but I don’t feel like it at all.
The gown is made of embroidered sequined lace, with a boat neck and V-back. A ribbon sash is tied at my waist, the sleeves stopping mid-arm with a scalloped trim. It’s the first black dress I saw in the closet when I was finally freed from the cells. For some reason it really caught my eye. My heels are a charcoal black, not too tall or short. A perfect, comfortable height.
I give myself one more glance before walking out and looking at the alarm clock. I have ten minutes to make it down. I should get there early.
My numbness from earlier has consumed me.
I’m just going through the motions.
I can’t think straight.
I keep thinking about Toni.
Flashbacks of my beloved husband are haunting me, almost as if he blames me for not standing up for myself and keeping my ring.
I blame myself too. I should have fought, but Daddy would always tell me that fighting over something that can be replaced is pointless. To Draco, it is just a ring, and my father would think the same of it.
