Page 34 of Cruel Knots

I feel a sharp tug on my hair. Mikhail stands before me, his fingers weaving into my hair and gripping them tightly.

Lost in my memories, I’d forgotten about the danger lurking right beside me.

“You take what we give you,” he whispers into my ear. “Would you rather we did what your brother did to us? Do you want us to cut up that pretty face so badly you’d be forced to spend the rest of your life as a recluse?”

A chill goes through me. At the same time, I feel a throb deep in my core. I shiver against my captor, wondering if I’m as broken as them.

His breath warms my face. The darkness doesn’t allow me to make much of his expression but it isn’t too difficult to imagine his dangerous face leering at me.

My sore pussy starts pulsing, reminding me of the hot pleasure I’d felt earlier. I hate everything Mikhail and his brothers did to me, but a broken part of me yearns for their punishment once again.

My heat is making me go crazy. The lurking shadows and Mikhail’s closeness suddenly make it difficult for me to breathe.

I need to get away from him.

Gathering all the strength left in me, I push him away from me and run toward the staircase in the corner. The wide shaft of light illuminating the stairs feels like a beacon of freedom, making me sprint harder.

I barely make the short distance before Mikhail’s powerful arms grab me from behind, almost lifting me off my feet to stop me from escaping.

“Let go,” I shriek, twisting and writhing in his arms.

“You’re of an idiot.”

Putting me down, he whirls me around to face him. Grabbing my chin, he draws closer. “Be a good girl, Lucia. Be a pet and we’ll be good to you. Act like a bitch and we’ll be forced to hurt you more.”

A rattling breath escapes me at his threat.

I think of Damien’s heavily scarred face and imagine the same thing being done to me. Despite my bravado, the promise of blood and revenge terrifies me.

All the fight leaks out of me, making my body sag against him.

He drags me toward the foot of the stairs and sits down. With a sudden tug on my wrist, he makes me fall onto his lap.

“This is better,” he says, satisfied.

“What are you doing?” I gasp, lying face down on his lap while my back and ass are turned toward him.

“I’m punishing you for your own good,” he says in a low grim tone. “You can’t behave the same way with either Damien or Leon. Damien will kill you and Leon will carve your skin into ribbons.”

He smacks my ass hard. Before I can catch my breath, he slaps me a few more times.

“Stop!” I cry out. “You’re hurting me!”

He doesn’t. His hand slaps me harder and faster at my protest.

My fleshy cheeks jiggle with each impact, sending burning pain shooting through me.

Within minutes, my ass feels hot and swollen. “I can’t take it anymore,” I whimper, trying to stop him.

My resistance seems to aggravate him further. Grabbing my wrists in one of his massive hands, he holds them out of the way and starts his assault on my ass again.

Pain and humiliation burn through me. Tears run down my cheeks as I struggle against his cruelty.

“Stop twisting and turning,” he says in a ragged breath. “All this fighting is making me hard again.”

His husky voice runs over me like a caressing shiver, sending a deep throb through my sore but hungry pussy. I want to hate this man but my body is begging him to hurt me more.

Leaning down, he bites the shell of my ear.

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