Page 28 of Sweet Misery

I dragged my focus to his eyes, my breath stalling in my chest. We were incredibly close. It made my heart pound.

“Spread your legs.”

I hesitated for all of a moment in which he twisted my nipple hard. I cried out at the pain and immediately spread myself for him. He let his hand wander down my body before he washed me between my legs, his fingers nimble and experienced. He dragged them lightly over my clit, sending shivers through my body.

“When you do good things, I’ll reward you. So will my brothers. If you displease us, you will be punished. If you want to have nice things, then do nice things for us. Like swallowing when we come in your mouth and not making a fucking mess on the bathroom floor.” He pinched my clit so hard I screamed. My eyes filled with tears as he continued to pinch and tug on it. I thrashed beneath the bubbles, desperate to get away from his touch.

“Take it. Take your fucking punishment,” he snarled, taking his other hand and forcing my head beneath the water.

I was going to die. Roman Saconne was going to kill me.

Violently, I kicked and fought, but he was so strong. He held me under, his words muffled.

“Stop. If you keep fighting, you’ll die. Breath work, little snowflake. Focus.”

I stopped my fight, allowing whatever was going to happen to happen.

Just when I thought I was really and truly dead, he tugged me up, allowing me to breathe.

I choked and gasped, hating how already in one night he’d tried to kill me twice. If this was how it was going to go, I wouldn’t last the week.

He gripped my face tightly, his dark shirt soaked with water.

“Don’t fight it, Misery, unless you want to die faster. Do you want to die?”

“N-No,” I choked out.

He released the fierce grip on my face, replacing it with a tender touch, cradling my cheek again.

His eyes locked on mine, and for a moment, I saw the humanity in the blue-gray depths. It all faded away when he spoke again though.

“You will practice holding your breath for me. For Massimo. We both like to be rough and restrict your breathing. Understand?”

I nodded, and he lifted me out of the tub and brought me to the sink where he sat me on the edge. I shivered, watching as he pulled his dick from his pants again and removed his shirt to reveal glorious planes of muscles.

“I’m going to fuck you,” he said softly, tugging me closer. “And you’re going to let me.”

That was it. The only warning I got before he speared me hard. I cried out, gripping his shoulders tightly.

“You’re a tight little thing,” he grunted, trying to work his way deep inside my body. “Fuck.”

“R-Roman. It hurts. Please. Slow?—”

“Shh, shh, shh,” he said breathlessly, his body trembling as he slowed. I didn’t expect him to do that for me. I thought he’d be rougher, but he stopped pushing and gave me a moment to adjust to him.

His lips brushed along my lips. My jaw. My neck.

I closed my eyes.

“Relax for me,” he murmured, shifting slightly, his cock sliding a little deeper into my body. “There you go. Let me in. I want to be inside you. I want to hide in here where I can feel good.” He dragged his lips along my jaw as he gently massaged my breasts with one hand.

I liked this. There was no denying it as I spread my legs a little wider for him.

“Baby, just like that for me. Fuck, snowflake, you’re a good girl. So fucking good.” He slid deeper into my pussy, making me moan softly. “Fuck, when you make those noises for me it makes me want to fill you with my come. You going to let me do that? Come deep inside you?”

“Yes,” I rasped, so turned on. He knew how to take me from one extreme to another. One moment cruelty, another pleasure. It made my head spin.

I let out a gasp as he lifted me off the sink and completely buried himself inside me. On instinct, I wrapped my legs around him.

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