⚠️ WARNING⚠️ : THIS CHAPTER ONLY INCLUDES SMUT IN TERMS OF BONDAGE
THE SEX AND INDULGENCE BETWEEN THE CHARACTERS ARE CONSENSUAL. THERE IS NO ASSAULT.
RITA
Trapped in His Mercy.
The dim crimson glow bathes his chamber of sinful indulgence. Tonight I am his captive, caught between highs and lows, rooted to his swing without mercy.
My breath catches in my throat as he circles me with a piercing gaze — dark and ominous — like a predator scrutinizing its prey. The gleam in his azure eyes tells me he will turn my punishment into his own pleasure.
Like a vulnerable little deer, I'm ensnared.
He turns toward a wall decorated with objects that promise both pleasure and pain.
My conscience tells me that I will leave this place in shame if I don't start asking him for forgiveness, but I can't stop desiring his hands no matter how rotten they are — every touch leaves a trail of forbidden lust, every time he touches me.
His lips curl into a wolfish smile as he selects a chain adorned with two butterflies and a whip. With a movement that combines menace with coolness, he strides towards me.
Our eyes meet — my breathing shallow, his steady — each step reduces the distance to my position on the swing. This is the price I pay for being so naughty with my acts and words earlier.
"You're unusually quiet," he murmurs, with a hint of mockery. "Where has your defiance gone, little flower?"
"I won't show you my teeth when you've caught me in your web," I say quietly, my chest rising and falling.
"What a clever little flower... but guess what?" With a soft chuckle, he grabs the ropes and leans over me like a hunter savoring his prey.
"You want to give me a second chance and let me go?" I try, as he leans closer, his nose brushing my cheek as he inhales my scent.
"After your sordid confession about my bathtub and my ass, there are no second chances," he says, his shadow enveloping me. "You deserve the title of reprobate more than captive."
Sobriety returns, and I curse my drunken fibs. I offer him a sheepish smile.
"It's not a habit — it's only happened once or twice... and that little bite on your ass? Think of it as a playful retaliation for smacking mine."
"When exactly did it happen — when you were mad at me?" His eyes blaze like my own inferno. "You're not exactly discreet when you're drunk, are you?"
"Sorry?" My apology slips out as a question.
He rips my shirt open, leaving me exposed.
"Too late." His jaw tightens; a flash of fire flickers in his narrowed gaze. "I'm going to enjoy this punishment more than I should," he whispers, the words a velvet threat, as the whip cracks across my skin, making me flinch.
I must be crazy to still find any thrill in this moment.
With my back arched, he unclips the metal butterflies and places them on my breasts. A subtle pain shoots through me; the unfamiliar and pinching sensation of metal on my nipples makes me gasp.
"I—I thought my butt would pay for my bad behavior..." I whimper, a forbidden pleasure spreading through me.
"You reap what you sow," he says with a sly grin, a phrase which I use often. "Remember when you clipped my ears and nose?"
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ILLICIT DESIRES | 18 +
Romantik⚠️BE WARNED⚠️: This book is a dark romance and contains abusive and mature content. Consensual sex scenes aka smut. The smut is heavy, so is my plot, but warnings are put. Consent is always in the chapter. ♥️ ILLICIT DESIRES - A dark-romance mafia...
