Page 35 of One Savage Union

As I repeat my kiss, bite, and lick on her left side, I whisper. “I owe you a punishment for your behavior in the car. I told you to do exactly what I said before we left the safe house. Yet the moment the gunfire stopped and you thought the immediate danger had passed, you threw a tantrum. A tantrum so large that I had to drug you for your safety. Now, a lesson must be taught.”

She scrambles to push me off, but she doesn’t make any gains. I’m easily 100 pounds heavier than her, and it’s all muscle. She’s not going anywhere until I want her to. The quicker she submits to me, the faster we can enter into a marriage of not just convenience, but also consistency. I can’t keep going like this. Her mood swings affect my concentration. She needs to understand her place soon.

“Fuck you.” See hisses between clenched teeth. It’s muffled, but I understand the disrespectful sentiment perfectly. She will pay dearly for the words.

I lift my body off hers, and she rolls away like she’s escaped my grasp. I’ve gone about her training all wrong. We’re married, but it won’t mean a thing if she doesn’t implicitly obey me. Trust will come later when she realizes I mean what I say, and that I will never lie to her.

If I say she will be punished, she will be punished.

If I say that she deserves an orgasm, she will come until she blacks out.

If I fucking tell her that the moon will hide tomorrow night, then you better believe it’s going to be pitch black outside.

She will trust no one’s words, actions, or touch but mine. In a world as violent as ours, that is imperative.

Her training starts now.

Casually, I stand and block her sight of the only exit. She won’t be leaving until I say so.

“Are you hungry?” I know she’s starving, but I also expect the answer she gives me.

“No, I’m fine; however, I would like my cellphone. May I have it now?”

I take a deep breath. “You will get your phone back when I can trust you with it. Now, you need to eat, especially after the drug you’ve ingested. I don’t want you to get sick.”

She laughs. “Oh, so now you’re worried about my health? You’re the one who stuck the needle in my neck.”

She jumps off the bed and paces, working herself into a frenzy. I know if I don’t do something soon, she really will make herself sick.

“Take me back to America this instant. I want to return to my apartment and my life. If we were under attack at your safe house, that means I’m not safe anywhere. If my death is inevitable, I’d rather die in the comfort of my home than be trapped here with you.”

“Inevitable?!” I bark. When I move closer to her and she steps back.

“Are you suggesting that I can’t keep you safe? I will slit the throat of any man that even tries to touch you. You don’t know who the fuck I am.”

She swallows hard and continues to walk backwards as I stalk her up against a wall.” Rocco,” she quietly pleads.

I chuckle at her trapped state. “I am the biggest demon in hell, sweetheart. The fuckers that attacked us are dead. And the man that sent them will soon meet the same fate.”

As soon as I figure out who the fuck it is…

I reach out and twirl a curl of her hair around my finger before smiling up at her. “The only inevitable thing in this equation is your full obedience and my dominance of your body. You are mine, Lucia, but you seem to be the last one to understand your position. Allow me to help you comprehend.”

The smell of her fear turns me on. I know I’m a sick bastard, but no one will harm a hair on her head. If it takes a heavy hand to keep her safe, so be it. She’s trembling before me, but I’m ravenous.

“Why-what… how?” Lucia mumbles. The swift movement of my hand flips her around until her face is against the wall. She’s still naked, a fact I think she must have forgotten. Maybe I’ll keep her like this. Her soft and inviting body is mine for the taking whenever I want. Her hunger for me is apparent by the smell of her arousal. She likes control. She craves domination.

I land four quick and heavy swats on her bare ass and almost come in my pants when I hear her choke back a moan. “Stop… please…” she pleads.

“Stop, my fireball? Stop spanking your ass and making you wet for me? Or do you want me to stop giving you what you need to survive this ordeal?”

I smack her twice more and smile at the blushing shade of red that appears on her ample ass.

“This power struggle sets us back, Lucia. There’s no need for it. You will obey, and you have nothing to worry about except how I will please you.”

“Oh My God,” she wails when I land two more swats on her ass before swiping my finger through her drenched pussy. Repeatedly, I rub until her knees buckle. She rides my fingers until I take them away.

“Unh Unh Unh,” I whisper against her ear. “Naughty girls don’t get to come. Did my hand on your ass make your pussy greedy, Lucia? You want more, don’t you?”

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