Page 27 of De Luca: The Sinister Game

My words seem to anger him as he slams a fist on the table. “Natalia,” he growls sexily, “Do you want to see me angry, Pretty Girl?”

“Not especially,” I answer as the waitress comes back and places our wine glasses on the table in front of us. “Anything else, Sir?”

I roll my eyes at the way she stares at him with hope, like he might tell her to drop to her knees and suck his cock. Luckily for me, he doesn’t. I mean nothing to him, so I’m not sure why it matters, but it does. The way he gives her no attention makes my heart swell with some sort of misplaced pride. Drake's gaze stays firmly affixed to mine as he responds to the annoying blonde, “No. That’ll be all.”

He takes a sip of his wine while I do the same. Then he asks for the one thing I don’t know that I can give him.

“Tell me where this pig thing comes from.”

I shake my head, refusing to talk about this with him. Drake isn’t some soft-hearted, supportive guy. My worst fear is that if I tell him about this, he’ll laugh. I don’t think I could bear hearing him enjoying my horror.

He arches an eyebrow in obvious annoyance. “Do you think you’re safe because we are in public, Pretty Girl? I assure you, I don’t care where we are. I will spank that beautiful ass until you give me exactly what I want.”

Folding my arms over my chest, I return his glare. “You wouldn't dare.”

His chuckle causes goosebumps to move across my skin. He wouldn’t do that here, would he? We are in his brother's restaurant. Surely this brute has limits. Without a word, he rises from his seat and begins moving our wine glasses and silverware to the side of the table while I observe him with a confused expression.

“Stand,” he says, but I know it’s not a request, it’s an order, so I do.

He grips the back of my neck and pushes me over the now empty table. I turn my head to the side so I can breathe, “Drake, please.”

His laughter sounds out before me. “Are you ready to talk, Pretty Girl?”

“No,” I answer honestly. If he thinks this will make me want to confide in him, he’s very wrong. Humiliating me in a restaurant is not the answer he thinks it is. Drake grabs the hem of my dress on either side and yanks it over my hips and then hooks his thumbs into the sides of my panties and pulls them down my legs until they are pooled at my feet. I whimper when he slides his hands up my thighs to my bare ass and squeezes my flesh. “I know, Pretty Girl. The sooner you learn how to do as you're told, the easier this will be.”

Squeezing my eyes shut, I blurt out, “I fucking hate you.”

He chuckles like it’s the greatest thing he’s ever heard. “Good.”

Before I can question his response, his hand comes down on my flesh, hard. He quickly strikes me again. I moan loudly because the pain is intense and exactly what I need. The stinging pain is a relief. It’s as if with every hit he quiets her voice. The demon in my mind that constantly reminds me that I’m not good enough.

Don’t eat so much. Lose weight. Be who they want you to be.

He hits me again, with so much force, my body moves forward as I cry out. Drake groans when he runs his finger along my wet slit.

“Fuck. You’re drenched for me, Pretty Girl.”

The clanging of his belt buckle is loud in the room, with nothing other than soft music playing. I should tell him no, but would he stop if I did? It doesn’t matter because if I’m honest with myself; I want this as much as he does. Drake groans as he pushes into me with urgency. He makes me feel like he’ll die without me and I’m well aware what a dangerous thought process this is with this man. Again, I remind myself to not get attached to him. This is temporary, after all. When the brothers both get their fill, I’ll be tossed aside like trash. He pulls out most of the way and slams back into me repeatedly. Drake wraps his hand around the side of my neck so I can’t move. I whimper underneath his powerful frame, “Someone could come in.”

My concern is met with him chuckling, the deep sound vibrating against my back as he speaks directly into my ear, “Then you better hurry and come for me, Pretty Girl. I can go all night long.”

“I can’t,” I whimper louder than I intend to.

He pulls me up slightly, wraps his hand around my throat while he continues fucking me. “You’ll breathe again when you do as you’re told.”

I squirm in his grip, but he only tightens his hold on me. I panic as he cuts my breath off completely. The black spots in my vision cause the fear to grow as my body gives in to him. He eases up on my throat as the orgasm crashes in on me. I gulp for air, causing me to cough repeatedly.

Drake pounds into me, chasing his own release, and groans, “You’re so fucking beautiful when you’re obedient for me.”

The door opens and a man with our food walks in and Drake barks at him, “Out. Now.”

He quickly averts his gaze, places our food on the table and quickly races out.

“I should fucking kill him for seeing you like this.”

Drake pulls out of me and yanks me so I’m standing and grips my chin, “Nobody other than my brother gets to see you like this.”

I arch an eyebrow at his absolute absurdity. “It’s your fault. If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t have been bent over a table being fucked.”

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