HELENA’S POV
Francis was tall a bit feminine, his eyes were deep brown and sharp, always looking like he was suspecting you of something. But at that moment, his eyes were even sharper as he pulled me into his embrace.
“I knew you’d come back for me” he was saying and I needed to cut it down fast.
“I didn’t come back for you” I said immediately then I pointed at Dante whom I still couldn’t look in the eye
“This is my husband, Dante” I said.
The air went silent with Francis going staring wide eyed for what felt like an eternity and I wished he’d say something.
“Oh” he managed “You’re married that makes sense. I mean you left without a word I thought I mean of course you’re married, what the hell was I expecting”
“I know I should’ve said something but I just couldn’t a lot happened” I said and then he offered me a glance for a brief second before turning his attention to Dante and looking him over but Dante sat still, sipping his drink slowly he didn’t seem for one minute bothered that there was a French man who thought we were still in a relationship.
“You know Louis called me and told me you were at the bar, he was going to say something else but I was too excited and I ended the call, I guess what he was going to say was that you were married now”
“I’m so ”
“Well can I join you guys, maybe you can tell me about how you guys met and I could tell you how I’ve been waiting for you like a fucking idiot”
“Francis I didn’t ”
“Louis, bring some beer over here” he shouted in French before pulling out a chair and then settling on our table while he kept his eyes fixed on me.
“Well go on” he urged, picking out a cigarette from his pocket and lighting it up.
I was about to speak when Dante’s voice cut in, interrupting my words.
“Well how about I spell it out for you, we didn’t come here to chitchat with ex lovers, how about you pick yourself up and leave” Dante had that dark look in his eyes, the usual one that clouded his eyes when he was upset and I held my breath.
Francis paused, then looked at me “I see you like them tough, what does he do? A regular office job or is he the highest order in the mafia ring that he runs?”
A loud bang filled my ears, sounded like a gun but it was only Dante’s fist coming hard on the table, causing Francis to flinch “I’m not going to say it again before I ram my fist in your face and ruin that pretty face of yours” he thundered.
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Even after we checked in to the hotel, we were staying for the night I could still feel Dante’s anger burning and setting everything he touched on fire. The air felt tight like I couldn’t breathe, and smoking a cigarette was only going to make the air more stale. Dante brushed past me into the bedroom without a word, I followed him in.
While he collapsed on the bed I decide to take a shower. By the time I step out of the shower, Dante’s eyes are fixed on me but this time it was lust mixed with fury. I stood awkwardly, the towel tied lazily across my chest, my hair and skin still damp. Dante’s eyes drink me up and I take a gulp.
“Why are you staring at me?” I ask, my voice low.
“I’m thinking of many different ways I could punish you right now”
Another gulp.
Then he stand up and circles me, his scent trailing me as he runs delicate lines across the curve of my neck so soft and sensual, I could feel the goose bumps on my skin.
“You like it don’t you? You like ex lovers still yearning for you?”
I wished that was a rhetorical question and didn’t require an actual answer.
Then he grabbed my waist, pulling me to him with a force that nearly knocked me off my breath. I felt his teeth graze my neck biting softly at first then hard, the sharpness of his teeth piercing the dampness of my skin I took in a sharp intake of breath.
“You’ve been a bad girl Helena” he whispers in my ears “First you try to run away and leave, then you hide my son from me and lastly you still have ex lovers crawling around the place men who still want to fuck you. But how do I let them know that you’re mine and off limits”
I could still feel the sharp sting of where he had bitten me, even more so when he pulled me and bent me over his lap. I could feel the slightly warm air on my bare ass when he rode the towel up. My heart sped up, I anticipated the pain but at the same time I relished it, a warm feeling settled in my lower belly and a certain tingle vibrated between my legs.
The first smack stung I cried out and then he struck again hard, it stung more than the first. I gripped unto the sheets and tightened my fist around them as he struck the third time.
“You’re mine Helena?” he said in a haunted tone that filled my ears “What did I tell you I’ll do if you let another man touch you? That’s right and you damn well know I’ll fucking do it”
I nodded.
He caressed my butt, as if smoothing the pain and the redness away.
“It’s time to make you feel good principessa”