Chapter 407: Hurt
AN: Song For The Background ~ Heartbeat By Isabel LaRosa
What happened next was the least punishnt I expected, a hard hit on my ass, the sound echoed in the room, and a sharp pain flooded through . I would have singled it out as JUST a hit but it wasn’t, it hurt so bad that I almost spilled tears.
I was always a sucker for pain.
"What did you think would happen when you ca?"
Another hit and I bit my lip from making any sound, hard enough that I tasted my own blood.
"With your fucking eyes on ?"
Each hit got harsher and I gave up trying to stay silent, a groaned left Dace and he pald my stinging ass which was no doubt red before striking it again making
scream slightly.
"You’re making
slip out of control every mont, crashing my engagent and looking like a fucking goddess"
He thinks I look like a goddess?
Another hit ca and it was getting harder to breathe between sobs and pain.
"S-Stop-"
I couldn’t finish because another ca and then another almost like he was taking his anger out on .
"S-Stop it hurts!"
"Oh yeah?" he massaged my sore ass and a moan left , the mont it did I regretted it.
"Your body says otherwise"
I froze like ice as his large hand slid all the way to my clit and rubbed against , spreading the wetness that was strangely there.
I’m not enjoying this, am I?
"Just look at how wet you’re and dripping down my pants"
Oh God!
"Sto-"
Another hit and the force caused my forehead to find the seat of the couch and my ass raised more into the air, my robe and my negligee piling up to my waist.
"Fuck" Dace groaned and it caused the wetness to flood more. Hearing him moan was like fuel to a fire burning inside , a heat that was taking into my cold skin and lting every ice I have felt for years.
He pald my ass again and squeezed onto it so tightly that I hissed and another hit ca. He was rciless with his advances.
"Were you planning to escape with HIM?!"
He was talking about Grayson.
"You should have!" the anger, the lust dripping from his tone was causing my body to tremble. "Because right now, there is no escape from
Emmaline, you’re going fucking nowhere, war or no war"
"Y-You can’t keep
here forever"
"Do you still doubt what I’m fucking capable of?"
God knows I don’t and that is what scares .
A dark chuckle ca from him as he squeezed my ass once again and I knew what was coming but I wasn’t sure how much I could take because it was suddenly not about the pain anymore but sothing building since the very first impact.
Pleasure.
"Never underestimate , Emmaline, don’t make that mistake"
Another hit, then another, another and it went on and on. Instead of screams of pain, it beca a breathtaking moan, a constriction in my chest, and the wetness dripping down my thighs. He didn’t touch my clit again and I really wish he will, to feel his rough hands rubbing against .
Dace desires , THIS Dace desires
and I knew that now, maybe I do too but this was not sothing both of us could handle, it was still the sa cycle, a cycle of the forbidden and I know how that ends.
It ends with blood on the line.
His smacks stopped and it was only the sound of my heavy breathing and sobs, my face wet with tears and even breathing blew on my hair now ssy around my face.
I yelped when he suddenly released
from my position and set
to sit on his lap, it was so fucking painful and I knew my ass will take days to heal after what he just did, releasing all his anger and sexual frustration with a very hit.
My beating heart stilled when I caught his lethal look now visible from the moonlight glow. Why does he look so fucking handso, with his ssy raven hair falling on his eyebrow giving him a wild untad look just like his dark golden eyes, his defined cheekbones, and sharp jawline.
The heavy rise and fall of his chest matched my own. No words were said, just eyes looking and trying to read the other but none of us offered to let our walls down in spite of the sexual tension hanging in the air.
He pulled my hair covering part of my face and fisted it in his hand behind, his other hand ca to my neck, and by instinct, I wanted to pull away but he held
tightly and rubbed his thumb harshly on the healing wound there, causing
to hiss in pain.
"Now... tell
who fucking did this to you?!" Each tone laced with venom slicing through .
Sothing tells
he has spotted this wound before, but it can’t be at the party, right? Yes, he paid attention but not that much right? I made sure I used my hair to cover it.
"Emmaline" he adds with clenched teeth.
But I remained silent.
"Fucking tell !"
"Does it matter?" My voice was a whisper. "You took
away from my ho and brought
to a house full of werelions ready to rip
to pieces"
"No one lays hand on you except "
"Yes no one lays a hand on your pawn"
He narrowed his eyes before pulling
close with a yank until his breath flushed against my features. I could sll his aftershave and traces of cigarettes.
"Who hurt you" His voice was less harsh than earlier, almost like he was trying to calm his anger. "Speak or else my next hit will hurt and I won’t stop even if you beg
to"
I gulped knowing he would keep true to his words.
"The one who stood beside you at the party"
A pause ca from him and it was calm and lethal before he inhaled and exhaled sharply. The air is heavy and thick.
Dace suddenly stood up and carried
in his arms. Silence followed as I curled in his arms like a little trembling rabbit.
Was it from fear? Not really just the aftermath of his assault on my poor ass.
I will get him back for that, he can’t hurt
and take pleasure as he pleases but I wasn’t so sure he wanted to take pleasure, he wanted answers and he was angry I ca to his engagent and that I wanted to escape again.
He would have asked nicely but I guess that was not on his card, this Dace isn’t nice and he only takes by force and torture but instead, he choose to spank
rather than torture .
Why?
No one needed to tell
because he gave
the easy way, a painfully stimulating way. I don’t know what ca over
but I felt like understanding this Dace, not the Dace from my past who was all caring and loving and sotis beastly, this very Dace that knew nothing but control and pain, a hunger for blood and the leader of a vast werelion family.
Just how much has he gone through with this part of him over the years?
Feeling the soft texture of the bed I snapped out of my thoughts. His hand pulled my hair backward just as a gesture. He shifted to move but I quickly gripped his shirt stopping him.
"Please... Don’t hurt Grayson, please" my eyes were heavy and I can’t stop them from closing, the exhaustion closing in on , I haven’t had a wink of sleep for days.
His jaw ticks and I suddenly regret speaking because the mont he set his eyes on
I rethink everything.
"The more you beg for him the more I wanna kill him"
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