Page 52 of Sweet Misery

I hit her again and again, her ass blooming red with my violence. I didn’t hold back. I spanked her harder, my chest heaving with the delicious pleasure it gave me.

Each smack she counted, her tears apparent with each connection.

When we reached ten, I stopped, breathing hard.

She sobbed softly on my lap. Carefully, I gathered her to me and pressed a kiss to the top of her head.

“Never disobey me again,” I said fiercely. “Do you understand? Promise me.”

“I promise,” she answered, sniffling.

I held her against me, rocking gently.

“You’re beautiful, Misery. Truly, you are. So fucking perfect. I want to keep you.”

“You won’t hurt me?”

I ran my fingers gently through her hair.

“Of course I’ll hurt you, but I think you’re going to like it.” I kissed the top of her head again. When she seemed calm enough, I spoke once more.

“Come, little daffodil. It’s time for your reward.”

17

ARIANNA

Iwatched as Massimo did an elaborate twirl of a knife as we stood in a large room filled with weapons. I’d been in awe when we walked in. The fact he so willingly showed me it surprised me, all things considering.

I was still reeling from the time with him. Sure, he’d been cruel with the spanking and how he behaved in the living room, but he’d done a one eighty on me in the bedroom, showcasing an entirely different type of monster.

It confused me even more because I’d responded, taking all he gave me eagerly.

Shame washed over me as the memories of fucking him flooded me. Whenever I thought I was getting ahead with my feelings, I was bombarded with new ones and dragged back. It wasn’t fair. One girl against four guys. Well, three because Sever still didn’t want anything to do with me.

“Focus,” Massimo called out, jolting me back to the moment.

I nodded, trying to focus on what he was showing me.

“What are you thinking about?” He stopped in front of me, a curious expression on his face.

My mind darted to the night in the woods with the twins and how Renzo had pushed the handle of his knife into my backside.

“Tell me.” He ran the knife’s blade along my jaw gently.

“Uh, I-I was thinking about the woods. With the twins.”

“What about it?”

“Renzo pushed a knife handle into me,” I mumbled, looking away from him as my face heated with embarrassment.

“Where did he push it?” He turned my face back to his with the knife.

“My ass,” I said softly.

“Did he fuck you with it?”

I nodded muted.

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