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Rachel

Dante continued looking at me as though I had grown an extra head, but I couldn’t help myself. Once the laughter started, there was no stopping it.

He honestly thought he would intimidate me. I had cigarette burn marks on my ass from bigger and better men than him; he was a complete fucking walk in the park. I used to get tied up on a daily basis. So much so I learnt to eat without the use of my hands.

It was laughable for him to even think I was this sweet, demure little woman because I didn’t fight him and walked through a fucking pub where a few men were. He had no fucking idea.

“Look at you now. Silent and still as a doll. I don’t think you’re capable of much at all.”

What a fucking ass . I had put an end to a man like him. I had watched the life drain from his eyes, and I felt zero remorse for it. The only thing I regretted was not doing it sooner. What had Dante called me? Quiet? Submissive?

Good grief, amazing what a dye job and a smart dress can do to people’s perception.

Which had been my exact plan. Present a respectable figure, and people believe you’re respectable.

Peel away the mask, and you might just find that buried beneath the expensive haircut and the tailored clothes lies a woman with a soul as black as death.

“Take a good look, Dante,” I said finally, grinning at him, feeling the blood on my tongue.

“That quiet woman who followed you in here? She’s gone.

You want to unleash the beast, then on your fucking head, be it.

You’ll never regret anything in your entire life more than you will the day you decided I was a suitable woman to have around.

” I gave one final tug at the straps that were keeping my arms behind my back and then took mercy on him.

“If you have any common sense, you’ll let me go.

You’ll put me back on your shit bike and drive me far, far away from here.

I won’t say a word, and I’ll pick up the pieces of my life that you’ve already shattered.

But…” I paused as he moved towards me and once again crouched down in front of me to listen.

“But, if you decide to keep me, if you decide to go ahead with whatever plans you have, then Lord help you, because I will slice you open and laugh in your face as you bleed out in front of me. I will destroy everything you hold near and dear. And that’s not me putting on a bravado. I can promise you that.”

His head cocked to the side as I spoke, nodding along with the words I said – who knew such a small gesture could seem so mocking?

“Are you finished?” He asked me.

“I’ve not even started.”

“Okay,” he nodded again. Then, before I had a chance to react, his hand shot out, his fingers grabbing hold of my cheeks in a death grip.

He dragged my face towards his and forced his lips down on mine.

I clamped my mouth shut, refusing to allow him access, but his other hand crept around my head and fisted into my hair, pulling hard enough to have tears wanting to spring into my eyes.

His lips were cruel against mine, pushing my lips against my teeth, causing one of them to split as he forced them open.

More blood spilled into my mouth, landing on his tongue as he pushed it into my mouth, demanding entrance.

I tried to bite down, but the grip he had on my cheeks tightened, so my lips were pursed open for him.

Just as his lips were beginning to soften, he had a second thought and pulled back, also pulling my hair back at the same time, putting distance between us. His lips were still close enough to mine that I could feel his breath against them.

“Let the games begin, Darlin’,” he grinned, grabbing my lower lip between his teeth, and biting down hard enough to make me wince.

He allowed me to pull back enough that my lip escaped his grip.

He surveyed me, his gaze scanning my face, his fingers still keeping a tight hold on my cheek.

He seemed to come to some sort of conclusion in his mind because he nodded once more.

“I had intended on your first night here being much more comfortable – hell, we both could have gone to bed satisfied had you played your cards right. But if this is the way you want to be, you can stay in this chair until sunrise. Maybe a bit of starvation and humiliation will humble you.”

“I don’t eat much.” I scoffed.

“Maybe so, but everybody’s gotta piss, Rachel. Can you hold out another twelve hours or so?”

“Is this the best you’ve got? So I’ll piss myself.

Do I look like I’d give a fuck? It’s hardly the end of the world.

Oh no, ” I mocked. “ Rachel pissed herself! I’m not in fucking high school, Dante.

I don’t care what the mean girls are going to be whispering about me.

Like you said, everybody’s gotta piss. It doesn’t matter to me where I do it.

You can lap it up like the little dog you are. ”

“We’ll see,” he laughed back. He pulled me close again, delivering a sharp, quick peck to my lips before he squeezed my cheeks again and spat the blood from our earlier kiss back into my own mouth. My fingernails dug into the palm of my hand, and I forced myself not to react.

There was something fucking wrong with me, because the second I felt the spit on my tongue, my thighs clenched together as a jolt of pleasure shot through me.

What sort of woman likes being spat on?

A damaged one, I thought to myself.

Is that what I was? Damaged?

He let me pull away from him, but I didn’t give him the satisfaction of recoiling in disgust. I made a big show of swallowing dramatically, and opened my mouth wide, my tongue hanging out to show him I had swallowed the lot.

Another jolt shot through me, as I imagined being in the same position, but swallowing something a hell of a lot more pleasurable.

Of Dante rewarding me with a “good girl,” as he saw my tongue hang out for him to inspect.

I hated myself at that moment, but I couldn’t stop the fantasy playing in my mind.

My one fucking weakness was having a praise kink.

However, what I also possessed was the ability to be an exceptional brat before I liked being praised.

“That’s the last thing of yours I’ll be swallowing,” I glared at him. “Now fuck off. I’m bored with you.”

I closed my eyes and leant back with a sigh, as though I was the most comfortable person in the world, about to fall into a relaxed sleep.

I heard the door open and click close a few seconds later, but I still didn’t open my eyes. I wouldn’t be able to stand it if I opened them and he was standing there with a smug fucking smirk on his lips.

Instead, I sat and thought about all the things I’d do to him once I got out of these goddamn restraints.