"I hate you." My voice cracks as I tell him.
His feet stop at the door.
I clutch the bedsheet tightly around my chest as he turns around with an emotionless face.
"Then there will be a lot of hate fucking between us." A smirk curve his lips as his g...
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"ON FOUR!"
Dakota growls, peeling the jacket of his suit as if it is holding back his ferocity. It feels like the first night all over again, only ten times more menacing.
And it somehow scares me, shakes me to the core as I watch him grow increasingly livid with each passing second.
"For a day, I wanted to change things between us coz I was feeling bad the way I have been behaving, but you!" I watch his features twist in rage as he menacingly growls, "You fucking don't deserve it."
Fear grips me from all sides and guilt fills me up to the brim as I stare at him with regretful eyes. I never intended to provoke him by using his deep dark trauma against him, especially since it was something that he probably only shared with me.
"Dakota I-uh.. am sorry." My lips stutter and unknowingly tears begin to spill out of my eyes. "I-I shouldn't ha-ve said-"
My lips instinctively seal as he lowers his face at me. He looks deranged, a man who is far away from humanity and clutched in the flames of wrath.
"I don't give a fuck about your sorrys, Emara." There is not even an ounce of emotion in his eyes as he stares at me with an icy cold gaze that only broods of vengeance.
"Now turn around and be a good sport for me."
The unpalatable anger in his voice sends a line of nervous fear running up and down my spine, and I sense my body tensing up with anticipation of what he might do to me.
Dakota suddenly flips me over on the bed like a pillow, and my heart jumps into my throat, not knowing what punishment he has planned for me. He is vividly mad and I am equally-terribly scared of him.
"You called me a son of whore, huh? Let me you tell you something.. You are lucky to get a taste of my cock, because girls like you, lick the floors I walk on." His voice oozes an arrogance which somehow shakes me to the core.
I feel a forceful tug on my back as he rips the strips of the apron and pulls my hair, bringing my ear closer to his heated lips.
"It's a privilege to get fucked by me." He growls menacingly, causing me to shiver in return.
"And tonight, let me show you what this son of whore meant by he owns your ass." Dakota pushes me down roughly, pulling a sharp shriek out of me.
*Slap*
My breath gets caught as a loud sound resonates in my ear, followed by a sting prickling on my asscheek. Before I could take another gasp of air, he starts hitting my ass with flat, angry blows.
"Ahh!"
My whole body jerks with his sudden violence and I screech as needles of sharp sting dances under his palm every time it hits on my ass.
"Ah-Uhh-Ahh!"
Each slap sounds like a bullet shot into the room, accompanied by my little squeal of pain. The spanks hurt more each time he hits on an unexpected place, making me cry in anticipation of where the next blow will land.
