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Part of me wished they had been the drugs that made me fall unconscious. At least then I would have woken up without memory of what he’d done to me. As it was, I could feel everything, but I couldn’t do a single thing to prevent it from happening.

Marianne didn’t utter a single word as she collected her belongings and rushed out of the room. Dread oozed through my veins like thick sludge; I had a sinking feeling that the tattoo wasn’t my punishment, and I had more to face.

Minutes ticked by, and with every passing second, anxiety tightened in my stomach, my mind spiraling with thoughts of what psychotic thing Jacob would come up with next as a means to make me learn for speaking to Rocco and allowing him to touch me.

I should have known better; I did know better. Yet, I made the stupid decision to ignore the alarm bells ringing in my head, warning me to not antagonize Jacob and face his wrath. If I could have spoken, I would have found a way to convince him that he didn’t need to teach me a lesson. I had seen the error of my ways, and I would never allow it to happen again.

The door opening in the corner of what I guessed was a hotel room caught my attention. My eyes slid over to it, the knot of anxiety tightening as Jacob stepped inside, closing and locking the door behind him as if he was scared I was suddenly going to have the ability to leap off the bed and scarper.

His gaze landed on my new tattoo, an accomplished grin tugging up his lips. “Angel, you were beautiful before, but with my name branded on your skin, you’re fucking stunning.”

I hated the warm glow that kissed my skin at his appraisal.

He crossed to the bed, pulling his shirt off, followed quickly by his pants and boxers. Yanking the blanket from me that I’d been lying on, a blast of cool air hit my body, telling me that I was naked.

Jacob’s eyes traveled over the length of my body, his cock growing harder when he wrapped his hand around it and began stroking. “Believe it or not, I really don’t like having to punish you, Charlotte. Just when I think you’ve learned to behave the way I expect you to, you go and do something that shows me I still have some lessons to teach.”

‘No, you don’t, Jacob. I’ve learned my lesson. I’ll be your good girl,’ I said in my head, wishing there was a way I could force the words out.

Jacob climbed onto the bed, crawling over me so that his thick cock rested against my stomach. He lowered his mouth to my neck, placing little kisses as he worked his way up to my ear. “But I’m not angry with you anymore, angel. If you hadn’t spent time with Rocco, I never would have had the idea of putting my name on you. Now, everyone will know that you’re mine.”

He kissed a path down my neck, and my eyes fluttered closed at the tingles his mouth left on my skin, but they snapped open when Jacob’s teeth sank into the flesh, and he sucked hard. Sharp pain shot through my body, and I begged my arms to move so I could push him away.

After several seconds, he lifted but stared at the spot he’d just bitten. A deep growl rumbled from his chest. “Fuck, angel. My name tattooed over your heart, and my bite mark marring your skin makes me so fucking hard.” He thrust against my stomach to prove how hard his cock was before he lowered again. “I think I’ll need to make sure you’re always marked by me.”

His teeth bit into my neck again, only this time in a different spot. He sucked for several seconds before popping off and grinning down at the new mark before he moved to the other side of my neck and repeated the action.

Powerless but to accept what Jacob was doing, I counted each time he sucked a new mark on me, traveling down to place marks over my chest and my breasts. When he kissed his way back up to whisper in my ear again, I’d counted fifteen marks.

“You want to know what else I realized, angel?” He maneuvered to straddle my hips, grinning wickedly at me. “Of course, you can’t speak, can you? I know I said I wouldn’t drug you again, but you misbehaved.” He placed a light kiss on my lips. “But I know how much you love it when I make you come, so I found a drug that would paralyze you but would allow you to feel me when I fuck you. Compromises and all that, right?” A devious laugh bubbled from his lips, and internally I cussed, grateful that he couldn’t hear it. “Do you remember the promise you made to me on our wedding day, angel? I asked if you gave all of yourself to me and if you belonged to me, and you said yes.” A pang of regret coursed through me at remembering I had promised him that, but regret turned to terror when Jacob stroked his cock again. “Your new tattoo shows the world that you belong to me, and now, now you’re going to give all of yourself to me, just like you said you would.”

If I was able to, I would have swallowed the ball of fear that lodged in my throat. I wasn’t quite sure what he meant, and I wasn’t sure I wanted to know.

He tapped my nose, then lifted himself off the bed, striding over to the desk in the corner of the room and swiping up a bottle before marching back over. Throwing the bottle on the bed, he grabbed my ankles and spread my legs wide, lowering himself to lie between them.

“I love hearing you scream my name when I make you come, angel, but I’ll be honest. I miss the days when I would eat your pussy while you were unconscious. I fucking loved playing your body like an instrument. It’s always so responsive to me because it knows it belongs to me.”

With that, he buried his face in my pussy, lashing his tongue against my clit in rough strokes. His head bobbed between my legs as he lapped away, eliciting a throb in my core. I despised that he was right; no matter how much I didn’t want to give in to him, my body always reacted to his touch.

Jacob was relentless with his tongue, barely coming up for breath as he alternated between flicking his tongue against my clit and taking it between his teeth to suck. With every second that passed, the ache in my core pulsed harder, the familiar feeling of a climax building, one that I had no choice but to let grow.

Not moving his mouth away, he drove two fingers into my pussy, curling them and hitting the sweet spot inside me. My orgasm slammed into me, my throat desperate to push a scream out, but unable to.

Wave after wave of pleasure flowed through my body, momentarily making me forget about the situation I was in, but when my senses returned to my body, reality crashed into me like a wrecking ball.

Jacob lifted to his knees, wiping the back of his hand across his mouth, which glistened with my juices. “Fuck me, angel. I think that was possibly the quickest I’ve made you come. See? I told you your body responds to me even if you don’t want it to.”

He winked at me, adding to the fury boiling my blood. Words of protest and apologies wanted to escape me, but with the drug swimming through my veins, I could only say them in my head.

Not giving me any time to prepare, Jacob adjusted himself to line his cock up with my entrance, pulling my feeble legs over his thighs. With one thrust, he slammed inside me, throwing his head back as his jaw clenched.

“Jesus, I could spend the rest of my life buried in your cunt, Charlotte.” Gripping my thighs in a bruising hold, he pulled out before thrusting back in. “Your pussy is so tight, but I know your ass is going to be even tighter.”

What?!

Fear tore through me like wildfire, my heart beating dangerously fast. His words from moments ago floated in my ears like a broken record that wouldn’t stop playing. ‘You promised to give all of yourself to me.’

Lost in my internal turmoil, I didn’t register Jacob pulling out of me until he reached for the bottle of lube. Opening it, he squeezed clear liquid into the palm of his hand before sliding it up and down his cock.