Page 96 of Fight Me Daddy

"What?" I started to turn but I was shoved against the wall. Gabriele wrenched one of my arms behind my back and then the other. I heard the click and felt the cool steel of cuffs. "Shit," I snapped. "Are you kidding me!"

"I tried to warn you," Gabriele said as he turned us around and drove me toward the bed. "And I've been lenient, but you really like to push me.” I hit the bed and grunted. Gabriele rolled up his sleeves. "But I've had enough."

"You? You've had enough?" I barked out a laugh.

"Yeah, I've had enough," he snapped. Gabriele ran a finger down my cheek. "So I'm going to-"

I turned and bit his hand. All of the rage I'd stuffed down inside of me came bubbling up. I tasted blood and Gabriele stared at me in shock before I unclamped and let him go.

He picked up his hand and examined it. "You shouldn't have done that."

I licked my lips of his blood and stayed quiet. Yeah, I'd just pissed him off, but that was his fault. He didn't understand that I was a ball of anxious energy and I had to get it out.

"You can't keep me cooped up in here forever or take me out for walks on some glorified leash. A restaurant? What's a restaurant going to do?" I asked. "I need to fight. I need blood and sweat and something to displace all of this rage," I snapped. "I need-"

"I know exactly what you need," he said as he gazed down at me.

I startled at the look he was giving me. Gabriele's eyes had gone dark and he looked like he was about to devour me. I shifted away from him subconsciously as he climbed off and disappeared into the closet.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"This is my room here. Did you know that?" Gabriele asked as he rooted around in the closet. "I stay here a lot when I have to work late. Or if Ama and I get too drunk and I don't feel like going home." He turned around and carried over a box. "And of course, I had a few things shipped here before all the...unpleasantness," he said as he ran a hand over it. "Things I was sure I'd need in case we were ever here and I was feeling unsettled."

I blinked. "You're talking really fucking strange."

Gabriele grinned. "Don't worry, cane. I'm just going to put you back in your rightful place." He walked over and touched my cheek before he gripped my face hard. "I've been delicate lately. Trying to let you adjust to everything. But that was wrong of me. What you needed was an outlet and I can see that now."

I licked my lips where the taste of blood still lingered. "What kind of outlet?"

"The kind we both enjoy," he said as he pulled out a familiar sight. "I think we should start here."

I shook my head at the muzzle in his hands. "Fuck you! No!"

Gabriele looked calm as he clicked his tongue and shook his head at me. "I don't have a choice, baby. You decided to bite me, remember?" He held up his hand where blood still rolled down his skin. "Bad mutts need to be properly restrained or I'd be a horrible owner."

My breath caught in my chest. Gabriele loomed over me and I thrashed back and forth. I was not about to play his sick little games.

"Bad boy," he said as he showed me something shiny. It took my brain a moment to recognize what it was. A knife. "Hold still or I'll have to cut you. Even though I should do it now. Fair is fair after all, right?"

I shuddered. "I didn't cut you!"

"But you still broke the skin, baby," he growled as he placed the knife on my throat and it danced over my flesh. My cock stiffened as he gazed down at me. "So if I were to make a little nick.." I cried out as a sharp, stinging pain throbbed and he swiped his fingers over my throat. Gabriele licked his digits slowly as he smiled down at me. "Then it would be justified. Don't you think?"

Shit, he's terrifying.

I didn't know how to make my mouth work properly. After spending the past week wallowing in despair and self-loathing, my brain was not equipped to handle the insanity that was Gabriele Bianchi. He chuckled and warmth spread from my head to my toes.

"Excuse me?" He cut into my thoughts. "I asked you a question."

I stared up at him as my chest rose and fell rapidly. "I-I don't remember it." He stared at me and I licked my lips. "I don't remember any more, Daddy."

He laughed and gripped a handful of my hair as he slid the knife over my skin again. "Good. That just proves that this is exactly what I need to do to you. I'll make you forget everything but my cock and the constant, throbbing pain of being well fucked," he growled.

Tingles danced all over my damn body. I wanted to shake my head and deny what he said, but I didn't have a chance of that with a knife to my throat. And while I should have been freaked out by it, my dick was running the show. It seemed anything in Gabriele's hands became a toy and a source of excitement to me.

When did I get so fucked up?

Gabriele's hand gripping my hair and sending tingles over my spine grabbed my attention again. "Roll onto your belly. Now."

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