Page 7 of De Luca: The Sinister Game

When we enter the dining room, we join Dante at the glass table and sit in the black leather chairs. I’m not sure who made the food, but it must’ve already been prepared because lasagna takes a while to bake. They sit across from me as they pile lasagna, garlic bread, and a little salad onto their plates. I watch them cautiously as I put the green salad on my plate. I take a bite and thank them for the food between bites, but something makes Drake angry.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

I glance at him questioningly, because I have no idea what his problem is. He should be happy, considering I had sex with both of them without ever asking either of them to stop. Sex makes men happy, right? Not Drake. Nothing does.

“Why aren’t you eating lasagna or bread?”

I swallow hard and shake my head, trying to clear my negative thoughts. “I’m not hungry.”

And then my stomach betrays me, gurgling loudly, causing me to cringe with embarrassment.

CHAPTER 6

DRAKE

“Bullshit,” I say, while grabbing the spatula and placing a piece of lasagna on her plate. I don’t know why she isn’t eating, but that will not fly.

“Drake,” she whimpers while pleading with her eyes. She wants me to drop this, but I’m not fucking going to.

“Tell me why you won’t eat, and maybe I’ll let it go.”

She argues again, “I am eating.”

I slam my fist on the table, causing her to jump. “Dry salad is not fucking eating. Explain yourself.”

“I’m trying not to be a fat pig.”

I run a hand through my short hair, wishing it was longer because this woman makes me want to pull it out. Trying not to be a fat pig? That’s ridiculous. Natalia isn’t skinny, but she’s not fat either; she’s fucking gorgeous. With wide hips, thick thighs, and a tiny waist, she has curves in all the right places. I hate being with a woman who doesn’t have flesh to grab onto.

“You aren’t fat,” Dante says honestly.

She shrugs like it doesn’t matter. “I have a twin sister, and she’s rail thin. I'm the one who is fat; For Nicole, it comes easily. She never craves carbs the way I do. The salad fills me up without making me gain weight.”

I glare at her. “You have two fucking seconds to take a bite of your lasagna, or I’ll bend you over the fucking table and spank your bare ass with my belt.”

First, pretty little Natalia gasps and then glares at me. “You will not.”

Without taking my eyes off her, I say, “Dante.”

My brother knows exactly what I’m asking him to do. He rises out of his chair, walks over to her, and lifts her out of her chair while she complains and tries to get free from him. Pushing her down over the table after moving her pathetic salad out of the way, he holds her down while I get up and get my belt. Our girl is about to learn a valuable lesson. If I say I’ll do something, then I will.

Once I come back with my belt, I pull the robe apart and move it to the side, exposing her bare ass. It’s been a long time since I’ve spanked a woman. I haven’t even wanted to for over a decade. I want to spank her. There’s something about Natalia. I need to punish her. Make her cry. Make her scream. I need us to fucking own her.

Dante holds her wrists above her head while she fights him. His palm is pushing her back down while I stare at her beautiful ass. He glances over his shoulder at me, “If you need me to,” but I cut him off by shaking my head, “I’m good.”

My brother isn’t the only one with negative experiences with women. A decade ago, I thought I might fall for a woman. Like my brother Damian, I go for submissive women, but not in a BDSM, sir kind of way. I sure as hell don’t give a fuck about safe words the way he does. While I’ve never raped a woman, consent is not always wholly required either. It’s more of a blurred line for me. Such is the case right now, as Natalia begs me not to whip her ass with my belt. If I’ve learned anything about her body in the last couple of hours, she’ll like it. It’ll hurt. Really fucking hurt, but I think it’ll also get her off.

I run my hand across her ass and squeeze her flesh. “Every time I hear you call yourself a fat pig, you will be punished.”

Her head is to the side of the table, looking in the other direction, so I can’t see her face, but I can hear the anger and tears in her tone. “You will never see me again.”

I chuckle loudly and smack her ass with my hand. “If that’s the case, I better make it good.”

She’s never going to see me again? Fucking wrong. While we haven’t figured out the logistics yet, she will be ours whether or not it’s what she wants. I fold over my belt, swing it out, and then hit her ass with it, causing her to yelp.

“I hate you both,” she bites, but I only respond with a chuckle before striking her sweet skin again. Her ass is already red and looks fucking phenomenal. I hit her again, and she cries out in pain. I rub my hand over the red marks, and she moans loudly.

“I bet you’re wet, aren’t you, Pretty Girl?”

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