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My brain short-circuited at his words. “What?”
He leaned closer. My eyes caught on the way my wetness lined his lips. “You will not come until I tell you to. Do you hear me?”
“Yes.”
Muscles bulging, he fit perfectly between my legs, hands already busy with his buckle. The hard length of him slipped free, thick and ready. With my hands still tied, I wrapped my fingers around his girth, gripping it firmly. There was a low rumble in his chest as his head tipped back, eyes closing. That small show of power made me smirk.
“Fuck, Sienna. Just your hands could probably make me come.” Each word was husky, deep. They sent shivers down my spine. His hand wrapped around mine. “Do you want more?”
God, yes. I had never wanted someone more than I did right now.
“Yes.” It came out as a whisper, pleading.
He guided himself to my entrance, never breaking eye contact. I held my breath, waiting for that forceful push. But it never came. He stilled, holding himself there, teasing me.
“Dante…”
I watched as he reached toward the floor and balled my panties in his fists. “I don’t want you to talk,” he told me, demanding.
“I—” The cloth slipped between my lips, muffling the rest of my words. I could smell my own arousal on the fabric and taste myself. I had never done this before. Tasting my own arousal would have deterred me before. But now? Being forced to take it in my mouth? I had never been so turned on in my life.
“Do you like that?” he asked quietly, eyes never leaving my face. Slowly, I nodded.
His hands slipped around my waist, flipping me onto my stomach. Before I could wiggle away, his weight was against my back, hand pressing between my shoulder blades to keep me still. The tie around my wrist had twisted even more, tightening. With my own panties pressed against my tongue, I felt helpless. For the first time, a strike of fear hit me. Dante could do whatever he wanted to me right now…and I wouldn’t be able to do anything at all.
So, when his hand smacked across my ass, I could do nothing but give a muffled cry, tears stinging my eyes. He spread my ass cheeks, baring everything before giving it another slap.
“You might be the Don, Sienna, but don’t forget that you’re still mine.” Another slap sent my back arching as I tried to move away from him. My heart hammered in my chest at the pain.
“Out there, you might control the family. But in here?” I could hear the smile in his voice, the absolute pleasure of seeing me like this. “I hold the power.”
The sound of something slipping across the fabric caught my attention. I tried to turn my head to see what he was doing now, what he was planning, and my eyes widened. His belt snapped free, going taunt in his hands. Towering over me, he looked like some fallen angel, a demon coming to take his revenge. The belt snapped together as he drew it tight before wrapping one end around his fist, the metal buckle disappearing in his palm.
“Do I have control over you, Sienna?”
I could practically feel the hatred and rage burning in my own eyes as I glared back at him. His face darkened.
“Even tied up, you’re still going to fight me?” Dante’s voice dropped to a whisper. “Good.”
The smacks from his hand was nothing compared to the belt. Wincing, I bit down on the lace fabric stuffed into my mouth, squeezing my eyes shut. My ass stung as if lit on fire.
“I want you to remember tonight, Sienna,” Dante growled.
The belt snapped against my skin. This time, I couldn’t keep it in. My muffled cry echoed around the room. Another hit, and I felt myself nodding, giving in. His fingers twisted in my hair, yanking my head back. All I could do was pant through the pain, a single tear betraying me.
I fucking hated him right then. I hated how he was humiliating me in my own home. Hated how he had so easily taken away the little power I had.
His eyes traced the line of the tear down my cheek, smirking. I barely had the chance to take a breath before my face was pressed into the covers, his hand still twisted in my hair while his other spread my ass cheeks apart. The feeling of his rough hands on the tender bits of red skin was both pleasurable and painful. Without any warning, he plunged into me, not caring if it hurt me or not. Something about his total carelessness made the heat in my belly flare to life.
“God, you’re so tight,” he murmured. His hips lurched forward, driving in another few inches until I finally felt full.
Burying his face into my hair, his muscles tensed as he slipped out, plunging back in so deep that I nearly cried out. My nails scratched along his skin, my mind losing itself to the feeling of him. I could feel the anger between us, the bitterness. Everything we couldn’t say, we said it there in that bed.
The way his fingers curled into my hair, yanking my head back as he drove into me, told me he resented me for the loss of power. The way I tried to distance myself, impeded by the mattress and his body pounding against mine, told him how I really felt. This tug of war between us only furthered the loathful desire, leaving us both gasping.
“You’re mine now, Sienna.” His words rumbled in his chest, the feeling rolling along my spine. “Mine to use however I fucking want.”
His thrusts quickened, the sounds of our bodies joining echoing around the room. The pain I felt from his hips grinding against the tender spots on my ass from where he had spanked me blurred to pleasure as he filled me so completely. I didn’t want to enjoy this, but I couldn’t stop the small moans that slipped between my mouth and the covers. He heard me, pausing.
