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Chapter Forty

Gracie

S eeing the look of pure devastation on Vinny’s face as he said I didn’t think he was good enough had me wanting to throw myself at his feet and beg for forgiveness.

But right now, as we stand in my bedroom, I know he needs retribution.

He wants to punish me for the pain he’s suffered and was going to suffer for the rest of his life without us.

“I don’t want you to go easy on me, I know you’ve been holding back.” His eyebrows shoot up. “I want you to remember all the things that pissed you off about me, I want you to punish me for stealing your baby, for betraying you and hurting you.”

“Gracie,” he warns, but I shake my head.

“I mean it. Make me never forget, force me to stay.”

“You are staying.” His tone is deadly, and a shudder rushes down my spine.

I tuck my hair behind my ear. “Punish me for leaving.” As my fingers work the buttons on my blouse, I decide to push him further. “I was going to express my milk.”

His nostrils flare and the vein on his neck protrudes. “It’s my fucking milk, and you damn well know it.”

“I don’t know if anyone else would be interested in drinking it.” That was definitely the wrong thing to say, or the right, depending on how you look at it. He flies forward and grips me by the throat.

“I don’t think you’re ready for what Daddy wants to do to you, Little Pet.”

“Maybe I should ask—” He launches me on the bed, causing me to bounce on the mattress. Then he unbuckles his belt, grabs a hold of my leggings, and tears them down my legs.

“Look at those little girlie panties. Have you shown them to anyone?” I shake my head. “Has anyone seen them but me?” He doesn’t even open the buttons of his shirt, he simply tears it from his body, then drops his pants, and his heavy cock springs free.

“No. I haven’t.”

He descends on me, grabbing me by my collar, and tugs me up. “Are you lying? Like when you promised you wouldn’t leave me?”

My heart pounds against my chest, and I shake my head. His gaze flicks over my face like he’s contemplating his next move. “What’s your safe word?”

“Red.”

His hands snap out, and he grabs my wrists, forcing them behind my back.

Then he takes his belt and threads it through my collar and wraps it around my wrists, binding me.

Next, he throws me onto my stomach, causing my core to clench at his heavy-handedness.

“Please, I need you to punish me, Daddy.”

“Damn fucking right you do,” he seethes.

His voice is so deadly it sends a delightful ripple of fear through my entire body.

“You need me to wash away your sins, don’t you, Little Pet.

” Something in his tone sends a wave of anticipation through me, and when I hear his zipper lower, I clench my thighs together, waiting on bated breath for his next move.