Erica’s POV
I stared at Dante in disbelief. What did he think he was doing?
I grabbed the door and tried to force it open. It didn’t even budge or jiggle in its lock.
“Dante!”
“You have nowhere to go, Erica. I had the doors replaced with anti-wirewolf steel. You can’t break
through. It’s impenetrable.”
He began to walk slowly towards me and my legs began to shake. I should have come here. I
should have known that it was all a trick.
“Stay away from me, Dante! Don’t you dare come any closer!”
I raised my hands. There was no weapon to brandish.
My body was locked in place. His dark eyes stared deep into my soul as if he was reading the
secrets of my heart.
My thighs felt wet.
Fuck! No! No! No!
“Dante…”
He grabbed me and pinned me against the door. His hands went to my throat and his nose
brushed against my cheek as he buried his face into my neck and took in my scent.
“You put on some new perfume. I like it. Was it for me?”
I tried to push him away but I wasn’t strong enough. I was fighting him but my wolf was full of
glee. How could she be happy after everything that he did to us?
I threw my head forward and gave him a head butt like an enraged goat.
“Ahhh!” He groaned simultaneously in pain.
He took his hands off my neck to massage his forehead and a wave of satisfaction fanned through
my body.
“Don’t touch me, Dante! I will hurt you!”
I wasn’t sure how believable I sounded but I was glad that I had some courage in me.
He snarled. His dark eyes darkened even more and his hand suddenly went to his neck.
In a split second, he had torn off his tie and was holding it in his hands.
“Dante!”
He dragged me away from the door to the table and forced me into a chair.
“Sit!”
“I…”
“Now!”
The brashness of his voice made my mouth clamp shut and I looked at him with a mixture of fear,
anger, hate, and intrigue.
“I have had enough of this game, Erica. How long are you going to deny yourself of my touch? You
love me, not that bastard!”
“He is my fiance!” I retorted loudly
“I am your mate!”
His voice drowned my voice and I whimpered.
I watched him wrap the tie tightly on my wrists, leaving a long portion for him to pull on like a
leash.
I just sat there and watched him. Why couldn’t I move and do anything?
“I know that your heart is still with me. I see it in your eyes every time you look at me,”
He stroked my face and a shiver ran down my spine.
“in your body every time I touch you. You aren’t difficult to read, Erica. I know that you crave
me. You wished that I could touch you”
His hands slipped up my skirt and I yelped in surprise. He grabbed my thigh and squeezed it with
desire. My skin throbbed in his tight grip. But part of me loved the feeling. The feeling of him
claiming me as his.
“that u could make you feel good. You wish that Lorenzo knew your body the way I did.”
He leaned closer to me and his lips brushed my ears.
“You wish that you could moan for him the way you moan for me, but you can’t. And you know
why. It’s because your body already knows that I own it. Everytime”
His fingers were up so high that he could feel my soaked panties. My arousal was so strong that
even I could smell it.
“you get soaked like this, it’s because of me. It’s because you are thinking about me. Am I right?
Tell me the truth, Erica.”
He shifted the panties aside and stroked my bud.
“Ahhhhhnn!”
“Tell me, Erica. Am I the only one that makes you feel like this? Do you feel pleasure this raw”
His fingers caressed the entrance of my pussy.
“This intense”
He broke through me with his fingers.
“Ahhhhhhhn!”
“this passionate, when you are with him?”
He fucked me and I screamed. I tried to move but my hands were tied. He held the tie so close to
my wrists that I could barely move them.
My legs were trapped between his. The tingling sensation bursting through my entire lower half
was overwhelming. I couldn’t take it anymore.
Finally, it stopped.
He pulled his fingers away from me. I was sweaty and my eyes were moist from tears of pleasure.
He pulled me off the chair and I could barely stand upright without his arms wrapped around my
waist.
He bent me over the table and I felt his palm land flatly on my curved butt.
Spank!
“Ahhnn!”
The stinging was raw. It didn’t hurt. If anything, I enjoyed it.
He spanked me again and again and each time was punctuated by a moan or a gasp.
“This is supposed to be punishment for choosing someone over me but it seems that you are
enjoying your spankings.”
He stopped and I soon the sound of metal clinking.
I couldn’t tell what it was but I saw something black on the floor but it soon disappeared.
Spank!
“Ahhhhhnn!”
The pain from this was even more pleasurable but more painful as well.
“Dante, please.”
My body was trembling furiously. My legs were like mush and my legs were drenched in my
juices. He had even fucked me yet and I was soaking.
His belt landed on my butt again and I moaned even louder. How could pain be so pleasurable? I
knew that I was in for it.
“Dante, please. U can’t take this anymore.”
I heard a dangerously smooth chuckle and a husky voice whispered into my ears, sending shivers
down my spine.
“Erica, Erica, Erica. I am going to make sure that you never forget who owns you, who owns your
body…”