Page 16 of Die For Me

What a stupid question to ask, Hana.

Michael’s expression quickly went from angry to confused. “Why, Hana? Because you are mine, and I don’t want his fucking ring on you when you’re mine,” he muttered, leaning down only inches from my face.

He knew how to intimidate me. It was working. But I was not the same woman I was when we met all those months ago. I wasn’t going to keep my mouth shut any longer.

“I don’t belong toanyone, Michael,” I hissed, positive that my heart was going to burst out of my chest.

Michael’s eyes flickered with amusement for a moment before he slowly stood. Then he raised his hand in the air and slapped me across the face. I immediately gasped and covered my raw cheek with my palm. I had felt pain far worse, but this? Ittruly shocked and surprised me; it broke my heart. Tears began streaming down my face before he started to speak.

“If you keep talking to me like that, Hana, you’ll see just how rough I can be. But that’s what you like, isn’t it?” His angry gray eyes looked down at me. “I saw how much you liked getting roughed up, choked out and spat on. I can do all that and more, Hana.” He paced the room, his eyes never leaving mine.

I glanced down at the bulge in his pants, his erection desperately trying to escape. He was right, because at that moment, having him scold me and hurt me…I was dripping wet.

And then a thought occurred to me.

“Youlikedwatching us,” I blurted out.

Michael stopped and widened his eyes at me.

I looked down at his huge erection. “Look at you. You fucking loved watching us,” I continued with my heart racing, widening my eyes and opposing my body’s normal urge to flight—I was fighting now.

Michael stayed silent; he almost looked ashamed with his eyes slightly widened, surveying my body.

“On your knees, Hana,” he ordered, his voice deep and gravelly.

Instinctively, I did as I was told and quickly got to my knees in front of the couch. Michael unzipped his pants and slowly walked toward me.

“You know I’m the biggest you’ve ever had, Hana,” he said quietly, stroking his cock over his boxer briefs. “Why would you fib about that, hm?”

He suddenly let his cock spring free in my face, and my pussy started throbbing with need. A gut-wrenching, terrible guilt overwhelmed me.

“I’m married now, Michael,” I whispered as I looked up to him.

He narrowed his eyes down at me. “Legally, on paper, sure. But you’remine.”

“Michael—”

He slapped my face again. I gasped and shut my eyes tightly, the sting on my cheek burning. He gripped my hair and jerked my head up, forcing me to look at him.

“I’m sir to you, Hana. You know that,” he spit out.

This was not the Michael I knew. I drove this man to the edge, over the cliff and into the deep end where it swallowed him whole.

“Yes, sir.” My voice quivered.

Michael let out a sinister chuckle.

“Look at you shaking and crying. And we haven’t even started yet.”

I hadn’t even realized I was crying.

“Now open your mouth,” he demanded.

I couldn’t deny the fact that I was aroused, that my pussy was drenched and I ached for his cock. But I felt a profound urge to disobey, to push him and test him. I wasn’t going tonotfight this time.

“Make me,” I muttered. “Sir.”

Michael shook his head at me with amusement, his eyes lit up like the Fourth of July. He suddenly let go of his grip in my hair, easily picked me up, and threw me over his shoulder.

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