“Open wide, honey. I want to come down your throat. Take care of this hole before I take care of that ass”

I wanted to hate him, wanted to be repelled by him, by his words. He got hard while humiliating me. So why couldn’t I hate him? Why did I, instead, open my mouth and lick him, tasting him and myself on him, before opening wide, like he said, and taking him into my mouth? Why did I drip for him?

“Fuck,” Raphael groaned, drawing the word out.

I looked up at him as he moved me over himself with his hand in my hair, hurting me a little, still leaving me wanting.

This was fucked up. This wasn’t how sex was supposed to go.

And it was even more fucked-up that it made me wet.

When he looked down at me and gave me that lopsided, dirty grin, all I wanted to do was reach between my legs and make myself come.

“I like your virgin mouth, Sofia. I’m going to like coming down your throat, making you choke on me.”

He moved me faster along his length, going deeper, not easing up when I struggled for breath.

“And I want you to know that when I say I forbid you something, I expect obedience.”

He squeezed my hair, his cock stuffed deep in my mouth, forcing me to look up at him.

“Remember your wedding vows.”

He smirked and thrust deeper, his face tightening, his cock thickening.

“Because I didn’t take a whip to your back last night doesn’t mean I won’t take my belt to your ass when you need it. Punishment earned is something else entirely.”

The head of his cock hit the back of my throat.

“Understand?”

Tears fell from the corners of my eyes as I pushed against his thighs, struggling to breathe.

He pulled out a little, and moved my head in a nod.

“Good girl.”

In that moment, I hated him. I hated his power over me. Hated that it aroused me even now, even through this.

But then he leaned me backward at an angle just this side of painful and fucked my face, really fucked it, and when he stilled and came down my throat, all I could do was take it, take him, and watch his face, his beautiful face as he took his pleasure from me then drew out, releasing me.

I wiped the back of my hand over my mouth, sitting back on my heels.

“That was good for your first time,” he said. “But you missed some.”

With his toe, he pointed to where some cum had dripped onto the floor.

“Lick it up.”

Rage burned hot inside me, starting at my belly, searing my throat as it made itself heard. “Fuck. You.” I stood, somehow not stumbling, and faced him. I refused to look away. And when he grinned, I drew my arm back and slapped him.

His body didn’t move, only his head snapped to the side. He exhaled, and the side of his mouth curved upward as his hand rose to touch his cheek. Slowly, he turned to look at me.

His gaze slid over me, and I shuddered, holding my breath when he brought his fingers to my belly and slid them up between my breasts, over my chest. His hand then fisted around my throat, and I grabbed his forearm as he leaned over me.

“Don’t ever fucking do that again.”

He squeezed, and I trembled. He was volatile, like a land mine that if I didn’t tread lightly, I’d set off. He crushed my neck in his hand, and I couldn’t speak. I made a sound as he lifted me up on tiptoe. That was when he must have realized what he was doing, because he blinked fast several times, as if seeing me anew. When he released me, I clutched the footboard. It was the only way to keep upright.

He looked around the room, and it took him a minute to face me again.

“Get dressed. Don’t force me to punish you.”

His warning said, he crossed the floor and left, slamming the door behind him.

I exhaled, rubbing my throat. What the hell had just happened? After last night? How had we devolved to this point? What had I said? What had I asked? I’d flipped him off and walked away. He’d gotten so angry. Too angry.

My legs trembling, I walked into the bathroom and switched on the shower. I hurried to wash and got dressed, pulling my hair into a ponytail as I went to knock on Lina’s door. But there was no answer. When I opened the door, her bed was made and the room empty. She’d taken to sleeping with Charlie on her bed, and he too was gone.

I didn’t hear Raphael, When I got to the kitchen, I found Maria rolling dough at the counter and Nicola drying and stacking dishes.

“Good morning.”

They both smiled and wished me the same.

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