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“Your pleas don’t work here.” He touches the small of my back, pushing my stomach further into his knee, holding me down. I tense, aware the belt will strike my bare flesh at any moment. I’ve never been spanked. My parents never put their hands on me. They never needed to. I’d always been a well-behaved daughter, knowing what was expected of me. Even in the times I sought to rebel, there was never a hand or voice raised. Instead, I was isolated. My freedom was snatched from under me.
There is a whistle through the air and then sudden blinding pain. His belt strikes against both of my ass cheeks. I’m frozen, the air stuck in my lungs, refusing to move as his belt crashes against my skin again and again. Heat blooms with each stripe he lays on me.
I keep still, tears streaming down my cheeks as I take each strike, afraid to move. My body shakes as the quiet tears turn to soft, hiccupping sobs. Over and over, the belt comes down hard on my ass until each stripe of pain blends in with the next, and a warmth trickles through me.
Then, suddenly, he stops.
Adrian’s knees widen and his body slackens. I wipe my tears using a corner of the sheet that wraps around my shoulder. Warm hands land on my shoulder, sending a current of awareness through me. He gently guides me to stand and then reaches for the knot that holds the toga together. I reach to stop him, but his narrowed eyes are filled with a dark warning that makes me stop.
The sheet pools around my feet. Standing, Adrian abandons his belt on the bed as he circles me like a lion, ready to pounce. His rough knuckles graze the soft skin of my back, causing goosebumps to erupt.
“Good girl,” he purrs. Those two words, even from him, cause my lady bits to dance.Traitor. You know he’s going to sell us, right?“This is the obedience I want. Quiet. Submissive.”
I really want to bash his skull in now. Maybe strangle him with that belt while I’m at it. It’s a fleeting fantasy since I’m barely 5’5 and he stands at least 6’2. Such a good dream, though. One I’ll be sure to imagine every time I get off.
Fingers dance across my hip, then the back of my thighs. The touch is gentle, like the caress of a lover.
“You’ve become quite the woman, Vanya. A gorgeous creature.”
His gaze traces my body, hands following as he makes a long line down both sides of my breast to my soft stomach, stopping at the apex of my thighs, just above the mound of curls.
“Tell me what you did with everyone’s bodies?”
Adrian comes to a halt in front of me, his gaze searching mine. “I’m about to sell you to the highest bidder and you want to know about dead bodies?”
“They don’t deserve to be burned, Adrian,” I tell him softly. “They’re my family.”
He snorts mirthlessly. “They were your gardeners and maids and what-all,” he sighs. “Why does the spoiled princess care about them?”
Is he for real?
“They were loyal members of the Castellanos family.” I shake my head sadly. “They all deserve a proper burial.”
“Do you honestly expect my men to dig all those graves?” he asks.
Cold. Callous. A Sovereign Brother to the core.
“I’ll do it if you’re not man enough to,” I hiss. He smiles at that.
“Oh, little mouse,” he smirks, his fingers dipping into the soft curls on my mound. “I’m man enough to do a lot of things. Tell me, are you still a virgin?”
“I’m not answering that,” I growl, heat sweeping up my neck.
Another pompous smirk. “Tell me the truth and I’ll tell you what I did with all those bodies.”
I grit my teeth, unease settling over me. With a snarl, I shove his wandering hand away from my body. He surges forward, pressing his body against mine so tightly I can’t move. I can feel him against me. All of him.
Adrian glares at me, before shoving me away. I stumble, my feet catching in the sheet. A cry leaves my lips as my throbbing ass hits the carpeted floor. I grit my teeth against the sharp zing of pain that shoots up my side. Fuck, the asshole better not have opened that wound. I do not want another visit from the doctor with no bedside manners.
I have never seen this side of Adrian before. The boundless cruelty. When he was married to Ada I don’t remember him being the warmest person, but he was tolerable. Not kind but he’d never been cruel.
All I see before me now is a bully and a monster.
“Never stop me from touching you, do you understand?” Standing, I nod my head frantically, eyes wide as fear seeps through me. His eyes soften slightly before hardening again. Was it a trick of the light? “Now, tell me, are you a virgin?”
I want to tell him the truth, but everything inside of me is frozen in fear. Chaos runs through my mind preventing me from answering. I should lie to him, tell him I’d fucked plenty of men, but my tongue won’t move. The lump in my throat swells as I struggle to swallow past it.
When I don’t answer, he strikes. One hand buries itself in my hair while the other delves between my legs, cupping my vagina. My body tenses as I stare into his eyes, praying he won’t go looking for the answer.
