Page 8 of De Luca: The Sinister Game

Her body trembles with her sobs as she pleads with me, “Please, do it again.”

This is not the reaction I expected. I thought she’d end up enjoying it, but I didn’t know she’d ask for more. I’ve never had a woman ask for me to hit them more when I’ve finished.

“Please, Drake, please. I need it.”

Dante leans over her back and kisses her tears away while I give her three more lashes on her other cheek. I throw the belt on the floor behind me and force her legs open, pull my pants down, releasing my dick, and slide into her drenched pussy.

“Make it hurt,” she whimpers.

Fuck. Despite my assumptions, I had no clue about what I was getting into with this woman. I know I’m in trouble now because she will let me do anything I want to her and enjoy it. I don’t fall in love; my black heart won’t allow it, but fuck, if she can give me this, I know I’ll give her anything she wants.

I press my fingers into where I hit her, and she screams out in a mix of pleasure and pain. Pulling out of her, I order her to turn over. I want to see her face while I fuck her tender body.

Dante pulls her up; she does as she was instructed and yelps in pain when her ass hits the table. I push her legs back, and Dante grabs her ankles as I take in her beautiful body. “Such a pretty fucking pussy.”

My dirty praise causes her cheeks to heat. “You like that, don’t you, Pretty Girl?”

She drags her fingers up my arms, then over to my chest, and digs her nails into my skin. “Yes, you fucking psycho, I like it, alright?”

Natalia gapes at me with shock when I slap her pussy. I do it five times, listening to her moan as she attempts to buck her hips, but she can’t move much with Dante holding her ankles beside her ears. I grin at her while lining up my cock with her entrance. “Next time, I’ll use a belt. And I promise you, there will be a next time because I haven’t had my fill of this cunt.”

Gripping her thighs, I push inside her; she moans loudly as I fuck her. She looks away from me like it’s painful to look at me and I don’t like it. I need her eyes on me.

“Pretty Girl, look at me.”

She turns her head, and her lashes flutter as she lifts her gaze to mine. Those fucking eyes of hers do things to me that I don’t care to think about right now. The unshed tears fall as she whispers, “I don’t like this position with all my fat on display.”

“What did I tell you?”

I pull back and slam back into her, “You. Are. Not. Fucking. Fat.” I thrust with every word, trying to drive home the truth to her.

“Who told you that you’re fat?”

Dante stands holding her ankles while his eyes dart between us with the same curiosity burning behind his gaze. Her lips form a tight line as she shakes her head, refusing to answer my question. I reach down and wrap my hand around her throat, “If you have nothing to say, you don’t need your breath.”

I grab her throat and squeeze. Her eyes widen, her arms flail as she fights for air. And Jesus, it’s fucking beautiful.

CHAPTER 7

NATALIA

The panic sets in even though I can breathe through my nose, and I struggle underneath Drake. I keep expecting Dante to help me, but he doesn’t; he continues to hold me in this fucked up pretzel position. When he reaches forward with his other hand and plugs my nose, I freak out, whimpering as much as I can, wriggling my body as I attempt to get free, unsuccessfully, as he continues to move inside me.

White spots form behind my eyes as dizziness sets in. He’s going to kill me, and there’s nothing I can do about it. Tears stream down my face as the darkness comes for me when he releases both of his hands from me, and I cough and gasp for breath.

“Fucking asshole,” I bite when I breathe somewhat normally.

He chuckles loudly, “Always Pretty Girl. Now, let’s try this again. Who said you are fat?”

My first instinct is not to tell him because I don’t want to let him bully me, but I don’t want him to cut off my breath again, so I give in, “My sister.”

Drake lifts an eyebrow as he glances at Dante and then continues fucking me. He pulls back and thrusts back into me while he groans. I don’t want to enjoy it because I’m pissed at him but my body reacts to the way he hits the perfect spot deep inside me. Dante releases my legs, and I wrap them around Drake's waist, trying to pull him closer. I need more of him. Leaning over me, he places a hand on either side of me on the table and kisses me while he pummels my pussy.

When he kisses my neck tenderly, I am confused because I wouldn’t have imagined he could be sweet.

“You are not fat, Pretty Girl. You’re perfect.”

Again, the internal voice my sister has given me shouts, ‘If he saw her, he’d change his mind.’

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