Chapter 241: Just the beginning
He didn’t want to stop even if this might make her hate him more. He had to remind her who she was, Abrielle Von Drakkar the wife of Cedric Von Drakkar. For too long he had been tolerating but no more.
She could try to reach out for Alfonso, but he would always drag her back, marking every part of her body inside out. She would scream and cry due to pain that would wreck her inside like she was already doing to him.
It will be the sweet pain he would make her addicted to. "Who are you?" He asked her after smacking her butt leaving a reddish mark he rubbed over, teasing her with the sparks. The spot was extra sensitive, and she loved the feeling so badly she was scared of herself.
The madness was getting into her, he was making her into something similar to him. Abrielle was still gritting her, biting on a pillow to hold back her moans. Those sweet sounds he loved so much.
He chuckled seeing she was still playing hard to get. "I wonder what you see in them, first Lucian now Alfonso. I am greedy and selfish, Abrielle I don’t like to share." He chimed, rubbing her butt before he smacked her again without any warning.
She groaned, biting down on the pillow. It felt good; she didn’t want to gratify him, knowing her rebellious slutty body enjoyed this kind of torture. She was going crazy and it was all his fault for making her this way.
"Answer the question, Abrielle," his voice was not mad; instead, he sounded excited, seeing how stubborn he was. It would be a pleasure breaking her. She shook her head, refusing to concede.
"Playing hard to get are we." He chimed, drawing his hand down. He teasingly drew sparks in between her thighs, little circles he continued higher until just below her flower.
Her breath hitched as he faintly grasped the surface; next, the pain struck again. She was not expecting this time; the pain mixed with sparks climbed up her stomach, making her fuzzy inside.