Page 50 of Dirty Behavior

That was all it took. Snapping my back straight, his feet slid off and hit the floor. Remo's eyes grew ten sizes, his pupils fizzled with rage. “Ivy, get back in your place!”

He went to stand, but all I saw was red. I wasn't a fucking animal, I wasn't just a worthless human being.

Jumping to my feet, I shoved him back down, forcing him to drop his drink on the floor. My lips curled, brows crinkled and scrunched. “You!” Yelling, I slammed my fist against his chest. “You are not going to treat me like a fucking dog!”

He started to laugh, like my outburst was amusing. I wasn't laughing.

Pulling my arm back, I let my fist crack down hard. I knew hitting him would get me into trouble, I also knew that in his sick mind, he got pleasure out of me fighting him.

It was disgusting, the way he would smile when I defied an order. I couldn't understand why it seemed to turn him on. He always demanded I be subservient, but the glow in his gaze was nothing but sexual, and it turned my stomach.

Not this time. This time, I had gone for something more delicate; his cock.

Using all my weight, I punched his dick. Remo let out a harsh squeak, tugging his knees up into his chest as he rolled to his side and cupped his junk. “You fucking bitch,” he grumbled in a hoarse and shallow voice.

“Fuck you! I've put up with your bullshit, but I will not be treated like a fucking animal!” Stepping back, my hands dug into my hips, eyes slit tight.

“You're going to wish you never did that.” Curled up in a ball, he rocked his hips. “You're going to regret this, you stupid cunt.”

“Cunt!” Screaming, I climbed on top of him and started scratching at his face. My nails tore bits of skin, his blood oozed down, staining my fingers red.

Enough was enough; at least that was what I thought.

If I had been thinking more clearly, I could have run away while he was keeled over in pain. I didn't. My anger had gotten the best of me, and instead of running towards freedom, I dove head first back into my prison.

I felt empowered, I had control, I was in charge right then. But that quickly changed.

Remo popped up like a fucking cat that had been tossed from the top of a building. He flailed wildly, face cringing, only to twist at the last second and land on its feet.

Before I could react, he had me flipped over and on my back, pinning my arms above my head, legs spread, and trapped between his thighs.

I couldn't move. I knew he was going to punish me for what I did, but I didn't care. The cuts on his face were enough to bring a smile to my lips.

“I hope you had fun, Love, because that's the last time you'll ever have that chance to pull something like that.”

His teeth clamped down on my stomach, biting hard but not breaking the skin. Yelling in pain, my head bent back.

That was new, he had yet to use anything more than his hands and fists to stunt my disobedience. But once he opened that door, no object was off limits for use.

“Did that hurt?” he asked, tilting his head, brows bending in sarcastic concern. “Awe, you poor thing.” The metal tink of the cuffs chimed over my head.

I was trapped, completely at the mercy of this enraged psycho. I tried to get away, I tried to tear my arms free, but I wasn't breaking away from his chains.

Scooting down, he used his weight to keep one leg steady, hands folding out my left thigh so the delicate skin was open and free. Gently, Remo tickled my skin with his long fingers, their spider-like feel made me shudder.

“This is going to hurt, Ivy, but this is for your own good, to teach you a lesson. This is your fault, just like it always is. Don't worry though, the pain will pass, but the marks will stay forever. Just like you'remine forever.”Smiling, Remo opened his mouth wide.

I didn't want to watch, I didn't want to see him desecrate my body with scars. Closing my eyes, I tried to escape to a happier place before the pain could hit me.

Again, luck wasn't on my side.

Luck, that wasn't a real thing. Life was filled with either good or bad, that was it. It didn't matter what you went through, it didn't matter what type of person you were. There was no higher power watching from above, dangling strings for us to catch.

I knew this because I had ended up here.

The rigid edges of his teeth came first as they clamped down hard, digging and piercing through the skin.

The warm rush of blood flowed down the back of my leg, soaking into the mattress beneath me. Crying out, I screamed so loud I didn't even recognize the sound of my own voice.

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