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His thumb pushes into my pulse, making me squirm to free myself.
A single tear slides down my cheek, and I watch as he uses his other hand to wipe a finger across my cheek, catching it before it falls to the floor.
“It’s a pity I’ve decided to wait to take that sweet, sweet cherry, kitten, because otherwise I'd rip you apart right now.” He glares at me.
The veins in his neck protrude just as his fingers squeeze my neck, making a whimper fall from my lips. He’s angry, beyond angry.
He lowers his face to mine, and he licks the arch of my neck.
“You like being defiant don't you, kitten,” he asks.
“Screw you, and I'm not your kitten,” I bite back.
He throws his head back and laughs, then tips his head forward, his eyes boring into mine. His stare is intense, deathly, and like being touched by Satan himself.
His breathing is heavy and rapid just like the beat of my heart.
“Do you want to play a game, kitten?” he asks, smirking down at me.
“What do you want?” I ask.
He doesn’t answer me. Instead, he uses his thumb to trace the line of my neck, clenching his teeth. I see his demeanor change even more, like it’s taking all his control to not snap my neck.
“I want to play a game,” he says, tilting his head to the side.
“No, I’m not playing your game.” I sneer.
Suddenly, he releases me, causing me to fall back, my tailbone hitting the hard floor. He doesn’t say another word.
He stares intensely as he checks my chain, inspecting it closely.
His gaze darkens. “On your knees.”
“W-what?” I freeze, glaring at him.
“Don’t make me ask again, kitten.”
My face burns, and he cuts me a blistering look.
“Ginocchia ora-Knees now.”His Italian is perfect. I almost hate that he speaks it so well because I won’t be able to curse him out without him knowing.
“Now, kitten. Walking is for good girls who don’t break the rules.”
Slowly, I descend to my knees.
“That’s my good girl,” he growls.
I cuss him out in my head as he watches me, a satisfied look graces his face.
“Crawl,” he demands.
My mouth drops open.
“Crawl,” he says again.
I begin to do as he’s asked, the chain attached to me cutting the skin on my ankle.
I look up.
