Page 63 of Sweet Misery

“OK.”

“Do you want me to stop?” His words were hoarse.

“You decide.”

His lips quirked up into a tiny smile.

“Then I’ll fuck you until your belly grows, darling star.” He picked up his pace, fucking deep inside me.

And I let him, consequences be damned.

I wokeup tangled around Sever, my pussy sore from how many times we’d done it last night. I could still feel his come drizzling from between my legs. He was insatiable it seemed. My face heated at that thought. He’d fucked me on the bed. The floor. Against the wall. Against the window. Nothing was off limits, and the things he said to me.

I’d have fanned myself last night if I had a free hand.

A smile touched my lips as I snuggled closer to him, my heart full. Nothing within me thought he’d go back to the monster he’d been when I’d first arrived. This was the Sever I’d always known. Sweet. Kind. Caring.

His arm tightened around me as he slumbered. I relaxed further against him. The comfort didn’t last long because my bedroom door opened, jolting Sever awake. Massimo and the twins flooded the room.

“Get up.” Massimo reached down and threw Sever’s pants at him.

“What’s going on?” Sever mumbled, scrubbing his hand down his face, his shaggy black hair sticking up in different directions.

“Father,” Roman said tightly.

“He’s coming,” Renzo finished.

“Fuck.” Sever scurried out of bed and pulled his pants on, his blue eyes wild when he turned back to me. “Baby, I’ll be back.”

I nodded, putting my t-shirt on, my chest tight. Sever wasted no time coming to me and crushing his lips against mine.

“I’ll miss you,” he murmured before backing away.

“Miss you,” I answered back softly.

The twins took his place, each kissing me. Renzo was rougher than Roman was, but I expected nothing less.

“Be good, little snowflake,” Roman instructed before leaving the room with Renzo and Sever.

Massimo stared down at me for a moment as I nervously twisted the sheet between my fingers.

Finally, he sighed and shoved me onto my back. A gasp left my lips as I stared up at him.

“Don’t fight me,” he said, his voice husky. That was all the warning I got before he wrapped the rough rope from my bedposts around my wrists, securing my hands over my head.

I squirmed, my heart in my throat and my terror rising.

He buried his head in my neck and sucked against my skin so hard I cried out. He proceeded to move down my body, marking me as he went. Coming back up, he brushed his lips against mine.

“If you look too cozy here, you’ll be hurt,” he murmured. “I’m trying to save you, Sweet Misery. I’ll be back to untie you soon.”

He backed away and left me in the bed.

“Play the part. It’s dangerous if you don’t.” He didn’t elaborate and left the room, leaving me to hope I wouldn’t have to stay like this for long.

“Please don’t forget about me,” I whispered into the empty room.

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