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“Please don’t swear, you know I don’t like it. I’ll be considerate of your condition but don’t think that I won't punish you,” he tells me calmly and I back away from him and sit on the edge of the bed.
“I don’t want to keep you in chains, Madalina, I want us to be how we were.” He sits beside me and softens his tone to a whisper.
“How? How can we ever go back to that? I didn’t evenlikeyou then. I was just trying to make this work.” I lie because I can’t admit to him or myself that I was starting to feel something for him.
“Do you want to hear me say that I’m sorry? Because it would only be words. I’m not sorry that you’re pregnant, at all.It’s something I have wanted for a long time.” His words confuse me, but then everything about this mess is confusing. “I just want you to let me take care of you both.” He slides his hand onto my thigh in the way I was beginning to enjoy, but I shove it away.
“I don’t even want to look at you.” I turn my back on him, and when he stands up, I feel his lips press into the top of my head and it makes me want to sob.
“Don’t mistake my tolerance for weakness, Madalina,” he warns, before stepping out the door and leaving me shackled to the bed.
Dario’s guards have ensured I have just enough chain to take myself to the bathroom, and when his housekeeper brings me up a fresh plate of food an hour later, she doesn’t make eye contact with me or say a word. She just places it on the desk and cleans up the mess I made of the last one, from the floor before she leaves me to stare at the walls and wonder how the hell I’m going to get out of this mess.
I leave the food where it is, I’m far too angry and upset to consider eating, not to mention that horrid taste that's been in my mouth for the past few days putting me off. It’s not until the house maid comes up with yet another tray a few hours later, I realize that it’s dark outside. I’ve been chained up in this room way longer than I thought.
She replaces the tray and leaves, once again refusing to look at me. I wonder if it’s because she knows that what Dario is doing here is wrong. Even if she did, it wouldn’t matter, everyone is scared of him, and right now I have to admit that I’m scared of him too.
I watch some TV to pass the time and when I hear footsteps coming toward my door, I hate myself for wanting it to be him.
Dario steps inside wearing a tank and some shorts. Fromthe way he’s sweating, I’d say he’s either been for a run or spent time in the gym and when he looks at the desk and sees I haven’t eaten he shakes his head in disappointment.
“That’s breakfast, lunch, and dinner that you’ve skipped,” he points out, sitting on the edge of the bed.
“You can’t starve yourself, you have to think about the child you–”
“I don’t want tothinkabout anything.” I shake my head and close my eyes when his hand gently slides up my leg and rests on my thigh. “Don’t. Don’t touch me like that.” I shake my head.
“Madalina, you are my wife, I can touch you however I want,” he reminds me with a smile that looks more sad than menacing.
“I’m mad at you,” I tell him, trying so hard to make him understand that what he did wasn’t right.
“I know, but I still want to take care of you. I want you to eat. I want you to feel good again, and we both know what makes you feel good.” His hand moves up over my jeans and he pops the button on them so his hand can slip under the waistline.
“Dario, I told you…I’m angry.” I hate that my clit is pulsing for his touch, this man is a fucking monster and yet my body is still craving him.
“Then tell me to stop.” He skims his finger over the lace I’m wearing and when my hips automatically raise to feel more of his touch, I try harder to fight my natural instinct.
“You're so beautiful, Madalina, even more so when you're trying so hard to be stubborn.”
He moves his hand away and I gasp in pure frustration as he rounds the bed and picks up the tray from the desk.
“Eat and I’ll let you come.” He places it down on the bed beside me. “I had Greta make your favorite.” He gestures hiseyes to the salmon salad that's on the plate and I shake my head despite my mouth starting to water.
“Come on, be a good girl for me. I promise it’ll make you feel so much better.” He picks up the fork and stabs at some lettuce and the salmon before raising it to my mouth. “Eat what’s on this plate and I’ll give that hungry, little pussy what it needs. Love me or hate me, Madalina, you're not stubborn enough to deny yourself that.”
I want so much to toss the plate of food at him and tell him to screw himself, but the emptiness inside me, combined with the pulsing of my clit, has me opening my mouth and accepting what he offers. While I chew I snatch the fork from his hand, there’s no way I’m going to let this fucker feed me, and I continue to eat the rest of the plate by myself while he watches in satisfaction.
I had no idea how hungry I was until I started to eat. And as much as I hate to admit it, Dario was right, the nasty taste in my mouth seems to go the more I eat.
“Good girl.” He strokes his hand through my hair as he takes the empty plate back to the desk, then rejoins me. “Stand up,” he orders, and although I’m scowling at him, I do as he says.
“Let’s get you out of these jeans.” He shoves them off my hips and drags them to my ankles then, remaining on his knees, he kisses my thighs while his hands slide over my ass cheeks. I close my eyes as he crushes them and spreads them apart. As his kisses move closer to that spot where I need him most, I lose all my senses and fist his hair in my hands.
I enjoy the way his hands feel on my body, despite how much I hate him for what he’s done. His kisses get more desperate as he drags my panties over my legs and lets them drop to the floor, then wrapping his strong arms aroundmy thighs, he holds me steady as he flicks his tongue against my clit.
I forget to be mad. I forget about everything that’s wrong with this new life I’ve been forced into as he edges me closer and closer to that pure pleasure I’ve become obsessed with, and when I can’t contain it anymore I look down and see that he’s watching me. He’s watching me come apart for him despite all he’s done and I know how much he’ll be getting off on it.
I hold his face tight to my pussy as I come all over his tongue, whimpering helplessly and knowing that I’ve let myself down. I’ve barely finished before he scoops me up in his arms and lays me out on the mattress, pulling down his shorts and hooking my legs around his hips.
