Page 33 of Pain and Pleasure

"Sure do act like one," he bites back and I narrow my eyes at him as he walks to a wooden chest by his dresser.

"What are you doing?" I question him, anger still in my voice as I put the ice pack on his dresser.

My hand doesn't even hurt and it's probably because the liquor I've consumed is numbing everything but my annoyance. He pulls a small box from a chest and walks back over to me, setting it on the bed as his hand reaches out and grabs my ankle, yanking me towards him.

"I asked you a fucking question!" I shout at him, but he continues to ignore me as he opens the small box and pulls out not only a tie, but handcuffs as well.

My eyes widen as he grabs my hands, being careful around my knuckles as he pulls me back and spreads my arms. Before I even know it, he's handcuffed me to his bedpost. I'm about to shout obscenities at him, but he grabs the tie and ties it around my head, covering my mouth with it. I frown up at him, angry and fuming as he looks at me with both hatred and desire.

Of course he's turned on by this, the sick fuck.

"It's time to collect your penance, mi ciela," he growls at me, shoving my dress up around my hips as he stares at my bare pussy.

I shouldn't be turned on right now. My anger and confusion from this whirlwind of a night should have me seething, but I can't ignore the fresh batch of wetness that pools between my thighs. I know Dante sees this because his eyes darken and he smiles wickedly at me.

"Is this for me? Or for thatboythat tried to touch what's mine in my own fucking business?" He sneers at me, and it makes a fresh wave of anger surge through my body.

I growl behind the tie and he ignores me, palming the flesh of my thighs before lifting me and spinning me around to my knees, my ass up in the air as I stare at my crossed arms. I feel the heat of his hand before I feel the bite of his slap against the flesh of my ass, the sound of his skin hitting mine echoing in the bedroom.

"Your punishment is your complete surrender tonight, Emmie. Not only for acting like a careless little schoolgirl, but for disobeying me and making me do things I told you I don't do." He slaps me again and the heat takes over all of my flesh.

He means for making him fuck me with more than just careless lust. He means for making him feel. He's pushing me because I purged some of his own demons that he's tried to keep at bay for longer than I've even known him. This has absolutely nothing to do with me, but everything to do with his own fucked up heart.

He lands a few more slaps on my ass and I don't have to look at it to know that it's as red as a cherry, the soreness overpowering my now bruised knuckles. I feel so degraded right now, but my lust for him still soars high, my own body betraying me.

"You're mine, mi ciela. Mine to fuck, mine to please." He slaps me again. "Mine to punish."

I hear the clinking of his belt and then feel his cock pushing into my wet flesh within seconds. I do everything I can to bite back the moan when our bodies meet once more. He pounds into me carelessly as my fingers grip the blankets. I'm coming around him within seconds and the force of my own orgasm makes him come too.

He curses out his climax, shoving up and so far into me that I can't tell where he stops and I start. He pulls away a few moments later before untying the fabric around my mouth and releasing me from my handcuffs. He moves to hold me, but I slip out of his grasp and off the bed within seconds, pulling my dress down and eyeing at him with hatred.

"Come back to bed, Esmeralda," he growls, his cock still hanging from his pants.

I back away, fire in my heart as tears rush to my eyes. I will not cry in front of this man. Not now. I shake my head fiercely at him and he frowns as I start to walk away from him and towards the door. He leans from the bed and makes it to the door before I can, his hand slamming against it, his broad chest filling my vision as he blocks my escape.

"Look at me," he orders, but I continue to stare at the ground.

"I said look at me, damnit!" he shouts and tries to reach for me, but I back up and practically hiss at him.

"Don't," I say, my voice low and filled with poison.

His hands drop to his sides and he stares at me through narrowed eyes.

"I don't deserve to be punished because you're too weak to fight your own demons that live inside of you," I spit at him, and he stands there in silence.

"You wanna get in here?" I slap at my chest and his eyes track the movement. "Then you let me in here." I slap at his own chest. "Let me in there without making me feel like a monster for wanting the same fucking thing you do." I spit the words out at him and yank his arm away from the door, walking away from him and leaving him alone with the very same demons that he tries so hard to keep hidden.

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I've been in my room for nearly an hour and I can't sleep worth shit. The little buzz that I had going is now completely gone, and even though my hand hurts from the punch I threw earlier, the splitting headache stretching across my skull demands most of my attention. I'm under the covers in a fresh pair of panties and a tank top. I took a shower once I got to my room and my hair is making my pillow wet, but I could care less at this point.

I'm facing my window when I hear the door open and close. I look over my shoulder to see Dante walking to my bed. He's still shirtless, but he takes his pants off before lifting the covers. He climbs into my bed behind me, propping himself up on his right arm as he gazes at me. I turn over and question him.

"What are you doing?" I lay my head on my hands and stare at him, too tired to fight.

He leans forward and kisses my forehead. The action is so sweet and subtle, that my eyes drift closed and I inwardly sigh in contentment. This. This is all that I've wanted. To lay with him. To be still and in the moment, soaking and reveling in one another's presence.

"I don't usually say sorry. There have not been many opportunities in my life where I've misjudged my actions, but I did tonight with you, mi ciela. And for that, I am sorry."

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