The Devil's Debt

Infuriated

Isabella's POV:

As we drive back to the house, I can feel his anger. He's pissed off. I sit in the passenger seat as everything comes flooding back to me.

I think I took one too many to the head. I couldn't remember anything until now.

Why would I do that?

I guess now it's too late for me to try and redeem myself.

When we get to the house, he turns the car off and rounds the front of it to come and open my door.

"Get out." he says.

Trying not to make him angrier, I get up and I start towards the house. I open the door and I stand in the lobby as he closes and locks the door behind us.

"Go upstairs. I'll be up in a minute."

I don't say anything. I do as he says and I go upstairs to the room sitting on the foot of the bed, trembling in fear.

I've never gotten this side of him before and in a way it's scary. But something about it exhilarates me. It gives me a thrill.

As I sit there waiting for him, my stomach turns and I fidget with my hands.

When the door to the room opens, my heart drops.

As Kyzer walks in with an angry look plastered on his face, he speaks.

"Did you enjoy that? Going onto that floor and showing your ass?" he says, shutting the door and locking it while taking off his tux jacket.

Frozen in nervousness, I can't say anything. I just sit there, looking up at him with guilt in my gaze.

He laughs at me.

"You weren't this quiet on that floor were you?"

"It was nothing."

"You wanna tell me why you decided to put your hands on him then? Why he felt comfortable touching you the way he did? Hm?" he says, now standing over me, breathing heavily in anger.

I put my head down and he chuckles, looking off before grabbing my throat and looking dead into my eyes.

"Y'know, you're really starting to pissing me off."

"What do you want me to say?"

"You really can't see it, can you?" he says, throwing me to the bed. "Fine. I don't want to hear anything from you. You're gonna sit there and you're gonna take this punishment. Am I understood?" he says, stripping off the rest of his clothes.

When I don't say anything back, he grabs my face, forcing me to look into his eyes.

"I said am I fucking understood."

I hesitantly respond to him.

"Yes."

And with that, he takes all my clothes off and positions himself at my entrance.

"If I hear a single whimper come from you, I'll make it worse, got it?"

I nod my head in response.

"Speak." he commands.

"Yes."

He has everything he needs now.

So without a second thought, he shoves every inch inside me, making moan loudly.

I cover my mouth to reduce the noise, shutting my eyes as he starts to fuck me hard.

I put my hand to his stomach to push him away and I try to push my thighs against his hands, but he resists.