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Antonio

"Let go of me!" Camilla wiggled in my hold as I closed the door behind us. I should teach her a lesson that she won't dare to defy my words again. Because I went all easy on her she thinks she can disrespect me. Maybe I have not shown her the real Antonio Di Salvatore. By the time I show her who the master is, she'd come back to her senses. "Get out of my room!" She spat barely keeping her body straight. She was drunk. But I couldn't care less. Drunk or sober, she'd feel the pleasure of my touch over her body.

I yanked her forward towards the bed and her eyes immediately widened. "What...are..you..." I didn't allow her to finish her statement when I slapped her across the face. A gasp followed in return. "You dare to defy my words huh!" I raised and began unbuttoning my shirt. Her lips slightly parted as if she hadn't expected me to behave in such way. She is yet to see more of me.

I discarded my shirt away and trailed my fingers down to my jeans removing the belt in a swift motion. Camilla eyes danced with fear which I hasn't seen before. My lips curved up into a smile as I rounded the belt over my fingers. "Why? Cat got your tongue? Where is the fearless Camila Castellano?" I uttered taking a step.

Her eyes darted left to right for a nanosecond before they fixed on me and she quickly shifted away. "Get away from me! Don't touch me!" But that didn't move me a bit. Instead seeing the sight of her cleavage ignited the lust inside me. How I had fantasized about the things I would do to her body. How I will dig my nails in her skin and have her screaming my name by the time I enter her hard and torture the hell out of her.

Another slap landed on her face and this time around, the fear in her eyes were nothing ordinary. Her body shivered. "You still don't want to behave yourself around me right?" I said as I yanked her forward making her hand to land on my bare chest. I gulped down a strong saliva at the way my shaft reacted to the touch. How ready it was to work its way inside Camila's spot.

I stared into her alluring eyes which had colored with fear. I'd have to say Camila is a beauty. Not an artificial one that is covered up with countless plastic surgeries. A natural beauty that no man would want to allow her to slip out of his hand. And someone like me had her in my possession. I had made her mine. "You know.." I began trailing my fingers from her eyebrows, down to her nose. My hand caressed the spot I had slapped few minutes ago which had already swollen up.

I stared at her lips. Damn! My shaft bulged once again as I took in her full lips that were slightly parted as if waiting for me to capture them. I shifted my gaze back to her eyes. "You don't fucking toy with Antonio Di Salvatore and get away with it. I had made myself clear that you shouldn't step out of the house but you still went ahead and did. You'd get punished for defying your husband's orders"

What I didn't expect happened. Camila spit her saliva on my face. "You don't own me!" I closed my eyes as pure rage began building up inside me waking up the monster in me.

"You bitch!" I rolled the loose belt around my fingers and hauled it at her. Camilla instantly fell back and let out a gasp. I did that for the second time and she omit out a wince. "I'm going to teach you how to run your mouth at the right time!" I threatened. I threw the belt on the floor and slid open the nightstand drawer taking out the cuffs before climbing the bed.

Before Camila could have time to react to the scene before her, I pulled her wrist and slid the cuffs around them. "Please..." for a moment my body froze and I thought I heard her wrong. Did she just pleaded? Maybe that was supposed to calm me down but I had already promised to instigate the fear of me inside her heart so she wouldn't try to go agaisnt me ever again.

"If you had obeyed me in the first place, I wouldn't have to result to this, baby girl" Her body squirmed as I grazed my thumb over her lips. "I would have given you the pleasure without us succumbing to these tactics" I hushed out again. Her eyes welled up and tears slide down. I didn't know why, but seeing her in tears satisfied me in some way. Exactly how I want her to surrender to me.

"Please.. Do-" Before she could complete her statement, I captured her lips with mine. A gasp left her lips in return. I bite her bottom lip seeking for access yet she kept it tight. "You bitch! Part your lips!" I said biting it harder. I felt the taste of salt mixed with my saliva on my tongue. Blood.

I could feel how her body went rigid in my arms as I rolled my tongue inside her lips. The remaining shit in me began leaving me. I couldn't think about anything else but Camila's body on mine. I dropped my hand on her back searching for her dress zip, button, or whatever. Each touch sending my heart in flames with need. I managed to unzip the dress and the slim strap fell on her shoulder.

I pulled away from the kiss to have a clearer view of her body not caring about the bruise on her lower lips. Damn! Her skin was like it was made out of pure milk. I slipped off the other strap and came in view was her round chest that were claded in a black lace bra. "Did you wear this for me?" I questioned even though I knew I'd likely not get answers. Camilla's body was still in shock.

"Hmm?" I said again returning my eyes on her. The tears were the only thing flowing down her face. Somehow, that twitched something in me. Maybe this shouldn't be the way for me to torture her. Maybe I should've used a different method. But I couldn't hold myself back when I found her room empty earlier.

I was in my study room that I lost track of time. I know I had gotten myself entangled with a stubborn woman but that doesn't give her the right to disrespect me. I am Antonio Di Salvatore. I discarded the little pity that had tried occupying my heart and focus on the woman in front of me. I slowly leaned over pushing her back on the bed. Her nipples were almost showing due to the position she was laying. I found myself licking my lips in anticipation. Silence engulfed the room. I was sure it was midnight already.

I unclapsed her bra from behind and my eyes diluted with strong desires at the sight of her nipples that stood erect. The urge to mold my fingers around them and also haul my tongue over them grew in me. I briefly spared her a glance as her eyes were a mixture of helplessness, fear and maybe defeated. Exactly the reaction I wanted to see on her face. To be helpless. To be afraid of me and feel defeated around me.

I closed the remaining gap between us by burying my face at the crook of her neck. Her skin scent invading my brain cells making me more needy that before. A mixture of strawberry and lemon. One that made me want to bury myself in her body for as long as I can. I know she could feel how hard my shaft was as it was pressed against her belly. Camila shifted and let out a low sound which didn't fail to reach my ears as I grazed my thumb over her nipples. Wait... did she moan?

I didn't get time to dwell on that as I busy myself with trailing kisses over her cleavage while still molding one of her nipples. As I trailed down and was about to capture one to my lips, my body froze. It was as if I had been knocked over the head. I stared at the helpless woman laying in front of me in all weakness her face covered with dry tears. All the burning desire inside me disappeared and was replaced by a mixed feelings which I couldn't pinpoint. Camila's brows suddenly creased in confusion as she stared at me while I stare back also.

Next thing, I found myself getting off her and also off the bed. I grabbed my shirt from the floor and slipped it on. "This is just to show you how to behave yourself around me. Next time I will make sure your sense of being won't remember any other touch but mine" With that, I walked out of the room, leaving a helpless yet weak Camila naked in bed.