Chapter 19
Catalina
The repulsive sound of Reaper's groans filled my ears as he rolled his hips into mine. I stilled, retracting my claws from his arm. Undoing the belt on his pants, he whipped it out of the loops and constricted my arms above my head, latching it to the headboard. No, no-no.
"Please don't do this," I begged, tears soaking my face as I fought against the restraints. Ignoring my pleas, he ripped my jeans off my underwear along with them, leaving me fully exposed to him. No, not again!
"NO! YOU DON'T HAVE TO DO THIS!" I screamed, his full weight bearing down on me. I tried to push him off, but it was no use. He was too strong. With no warning, the devil himself slammed into me. I let out a bloodcurdling scream that shook the walls around me, feeling as though I was being torn apart.
"Catalina!" Reaper grunted my name into my ear as he thrust into me savagely. I felt myself start to fade, each brutal drive of his hips forward taking another piece of me.
"PLEASE, N-NO! MORE!" I screamed and closed my eyes, bracing myself for the impact as I lifted my head, budding him in the face. Shit, that hurt.
With an irritated growl, the piece of shit grabbed me by the shoulders and began shaking me hard. My hands were free all of a sudden, leaving me some room to fight back finally. I started blindly hurling both fists forward, punching my attacker with everything I had. Tears continued to flow from my eyes despite them still being shut.
"Shit, Catalina, wake up," Reaper said to me, but it wasn't his voice I heard.
Jolting awake, my eyes snapped open, and I screamed. My defense mechanism must've immediately kicked in because, on instinct, I began punching and kicking at the dark shadowy form that was bent over my body in the darkness. The hovering figure let out a pained groan when my fist connected with the said of its jaw.
"Goddamnit, woman. It's me," Nic explained, catching my hands and pinning them to the bed beside my head, and though I now knew it was him, his simple action sent me spiraling further.
"No! No! No! Please! No!" I shook my head, struggling to break away from the confines of his hold. The room was closing in around us, and with every passing second, I was finding it harder and harder to take a breath.
"Baby, you're going to hyperventilate if you don't calm the fuck down," Nic tried to console me, but at this point, it seemed my body had gone into full-blown panic mode, and I no longer had control of my actions. I wanted to stop—to calm myself. I couldn't. I knew Nic. He would never do what Reaper did, and yet my body rejected his efforts. My mind saw him as the enemy—here to harm me.
Not giving up the fight, a thin line of sweat began to coat my forehead as he bared his full weight down and covered my small quivering frame with his large one. NO! I mentally screamed—or maybe out loud—my chest began to rise and fell at an alarming pace, causing me to feel lightheaded.
"Your word is Red," Nic told me, his dominant side taking hold as he untangled his hands from my small wrists, and I was being flipped through the air onto my front. Throwing my hands out in front of me, I braced myself for the impact, and my stomach contracted. I felt like I was going to be sick.
Tears were still pouring from my eyes, and my chest tightened even further, feeling faint, "Nic, please help me," my voice was shaky and weak. I needed him to fix me, and though I knew there was no genuine possibility of that happening. I let myself believe he could.
"I know, baby, I am," Nic assured me. He brought a hand to the back of my head, petting my hair down. I sucked in a shaky breath, trying to conceal my sobs. I knew he was trying to help. Trying to comfort me. But it was so fucking hard. I could still smell him, hear him. Reaper was still invading me in more ways than one, and he wasn't even fucking here.
After my talk with the guys this morning, fighting with Matteo, and now this fucking agonizing dream. I wanted to trust Nic to ground me, bring me back to the present. But it seemed like the present was just as fucking bad. I was broken, and I didn't want to be that vulnerable with him. He didn't deserve to see me like this anymore, but if this is what I needed, then I would take it. I would let him in for this moment before I had to slam the door in his face and throw away the goddamn key.
"Red, Catalina. I need to hear you repeat it back to me. Do you understand?"
"Y-Yes. Red." That was all I was able to get out between my quivering lips. His large, tattooed palm rubbed circles on my backside, warming my skin up. The ache in my stomach somersaulted, and I sucked in a deep breath for what was to come.
His hand trailed to the hem of my nightgown, lifting it up to bare my skin. I could hear him clear his throat, most likely biting back a groan. I hadn't worn underwear to bed. Why the hell would I? So far, this had been my private space, and I was sure as fuck going to sleep as comfortably as I could.
Without warning, his hand landed a sharp slap to my behind, and I hissed through clenched teeth. I hadn't braced myself, and the sheer force of it rocked my body forward. To keep me steady, he yanked me backward, so I was resting across his lap. His hand rubbed the heat out of my ass, and I cried out, "again. I need more, Nic, please." And I did. I didn't need him to take it fucking easy on me. My insides were begging for him to be the Nic I remembered, the Nic I needed right now.
His hand slapped the other cheek before returning to the one he hit the first time. The warmth swirled in my skin and traveled down the backs of my thighs when his blows weren't as precise. A sob choked up my throat, and I bit onto my bottom lip as hard as I could to keep it in.
"Say it, Catalina. Say your word." Nic pleaded, his voice laced with concern, but I shook my head in protest. I gripped onto the pillow with both hands hard enough, my knuckles turned white as I took his alternating spanks. I knew my ass would be red and sting for a while after he was done, but Nic wouldn't leave enough blows on me to turn my skin shades of black and blue. He was too calculated, too in control of his heavy hand, and I-
A soft moan fell from my mouth as the heat traveled around me, plummeting into my stomach. It pooled down into my core, and I was desperate for him to spark it again. He raised his arm high, landing a sharp enough spank to my ass that I cried out louder. I began to squirm in his lap, trying to ease the ache in my pussy. All I could manage was to brush the front of my center on his thick, muscular thigh.
"Catalina..." Nic warned, and the husky, dominant undertone to his voice sent a shiver down my spine. Being like this with him would make it easy to fall back into old habits. I squirmed again, bringing one hand to grip his thigh under my chest.
"Please, Nic." I breathed. My nipples stiffened to peaks against the satin of my nightgown, and that wasn't as nearly as rough as I remember his fingers or his teeth were. This wasn't enough. I craved more. "Spank me again. I need it."
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