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HADLEY

Massimo spent the entire day fucking me, and I’m hoping it makes him sleep well, because what I have planned tonight will only get accomplished if he’s sleeping. I know I won’t get the entire job done, but half is enough for me. Last night while he was in the shower, I went to the basement and got the supplies, so I’m ready, and as his breathing evens out, I smile.

Time for a little payback, Massimo.

Slipping out of bed as quietly as possible, I open the drawer to the night-stand, grabbing the jewelry and needle. I lower myself onto the side of the bed, where Massimo sleeps soundly. He hisses when I swipe the alcohol over his nipple, but he doesn’t wake up. Holding his nipple firmly, I push the prepared needle through. Much to my surprise he doesn’t wake up. I don’t know how, but he’s still as a board, so I do the same thing to his other nipple. The adrenaline is coursing through my veins, because when he wakes up and sees this, I’m probably going to be in trouble. I smile to myself at the thought. It’ll be worth it. He deserves this. Maybe next time he’ll think twice, before doing something to me without asking first.

Reaching over to the table, I place the needles there, along with the alcohol packets. In one swift movement, Massimo grabs my wrists, and I’m underneath him, as he stares at me with a heated gaze.

His eyes darken to the shade of coal, my hands pinned to the mattress beside my head, and my heart is pounding so hard I think I hear it in my eardrums.

“Did you enjoy yourself, little lamb?” He says in a deep, low, threatening tone. I open my mouth to answer, but the words get trapped in my throat. I shake my head no in response, as his lips lift into a smirk.

“You made me bleed… now lick it up.”

Finally, I find my voice and say, “I don’t want you to get an infection.”

Massimo narrows his gaze and growls.

“We play dangerously, baby. I’ll take my chances. Fucking lick. Now.”

Lifting my head, as much as I can, I swipe my tongue across one of his nipples as he groans, not with pain, but pure desire.

“What do you think your punishment should be, Hadley?”

Narrowing my gaze at him, I all but yell.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me, Massimo? Did I punish you when you pierced me without consent?”

“You will be punished,” he repeats.

My eyes widen as my entire body tenses, and he doesn’t miss it. Shaking his head, his gaze penetrates mine, with a potency that sends shivers down my spine.

“No, baby. No belt. I will hurt you, because I like it, and so do you, but I’ll never do what he did to you. I’ll never do anything that could result in permanently losing you.”

Death. He means he won’t kill me, like he who shall not be named tried to. So many fucking times.

Releasing my wrist, he trails his fingers down my arm, to my breast, as he lightly touches the piercing he put there, before pinching my nipple hard, and chuckling when I yelp from the sting.

“Brave little lamb.”

“Stupid lamb,” I retort.

Massimo shakes his head, with a low chuckle escaping from his throat.

“Brave,” he repeats, “You are fucking mesmerizing, little lamb. Few women would have had the nerve to pierce my goddamn nipples while I slept. You knew exactly what you were doing, and I’m sure you knew there would be consequences, yet, you did it anyway. Stupidity would be doing it, and thinking nothing would happen. Bravery is doing it, knowing full well, there will be repercussions, but seeking your vengeance anyway.”

Kneeling with my legs between his, he turns me over to my stomach, leaning over me, and I hear him getting things off the side table. I can’t see what he’s taking, because I’m face down on the bed, but I already know his knife is one of the things.

I whimper when I feel the metal of his knife, dragging down the center of my back.

He chuckles darkly.

“Relax, baby. That’s the spine of the blade.”

Lifting me by the hips, until I’m on my knees, I feel him shifting behind me, moving back slightly.

“Tell me, little lamb. Do you have any regrets?”

Do I tell him the truth, or what I think he wants to hear? My silence is more telling than words could ever be.

“The truth, Hadley. Always the fucking truth.”

“No,” I breathe, as the tension in my body builds, anticipating the cut that I’m sure is coming.

“Mmm,” he hums, “Good girl. Always act with intention. Life is too fucking short for regrets, little lamb. Do whatever the fuck you want, but own it.”

The knife cuts into the flesh on my ass, and I hiss from the sting, my fingers digging into the sheets. Massimo groans, as he leans down and drags his tongue through my blood, before dipping it into my pussy.

“This is my favorite flavor. I’ve never tasted anything like it. The mixture of your pussy, and your blood, on my tongue, is fucking heaven.”

“Bloodthirsty wolf,” I breathe out, as I let the pain and equal pleasure envelop me.

He chuckles darkly against my ass, his breath fanning over my skin, causing me to stifle a moan.

Pressing the knife into my other cheek, he immediately swipes his tongue through the blood there, before he speaks low.

“I am a bloodthirsty wolf, little lamb. You will always be my greatest hunger, that can never be satisfied. I’ll always need more.”

Massimo drags his cock up and down my slit, increasing my need as well as my breathing. This is what he does to me; he doesn’t make me want him, he makes me need him in the most visceral way. And I crave it.

“Now, the pretty little lamb owns the wolf, as he does her. Any man who has ever hurt her will be slaughtered. Your vengeance is now mine. Together we will take the retribution owed to you. It won’t be swift justice, it’ll be slow. Agonizing.”

His words are a promise, to heal what’s broken inside me. I’ll take what he has offered me, but every day, he heals me. Massimo isn’t a sweet man, he never has been, and never will be. I don’t need gentle, I only need him.

Slamming into me, he fills me like only he can, and a gasp escapes from my lips as he rails me like he hates me, but I know he doesn’t.

He reaches his hand underneath me and lifts me, so I’m riding him, with my back against his front.

Wrapping his hand around my throat, he squeezes lightly, as he continues moving in and out of me at a vicious pace.

“Fuck,” he growls into my ear, as my pussy clenches down on his cock, like it wants to keep him inside forever.

He sinks his teeth into my neck, and licks where he bit, turning the sting to pleasure, and it’s an apt description of our story. Massimo will bite, and cause pain, but he always takes it away.