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Chapter 6

“Bullshit,” I say, while grabbing the spatula and placing a piece of lasagna on her plate. I don’t know why she isn’t eating, but that will not fly.

“Drake,” she whimpers while pleading with her eyes. She wants me to drop this, but I’m not fucking going to.

“Tell me why you won’t eat, and maybe I’ll let it go.”

She argues again, “I am eating.”

I slam my fist on the table, causing her to jump. “Dry salad is not fucking eating. Explain yourself.”

“I’m trying not to be a fat pig.”

I run a hand through my short hair, wishing it was longer because this woman makes me want to pull it out. Trying not to be a fat pig? That’s ridiculous. Natalia isn’t skinny, but she’s not fat either; she’s fucking gorgeous. With wide hips, thick thighs, and a tiny waist, she has curves in all the right places. I hate being with a woman who doesn’t have flesh to grab onto.

“You aren’t fat,” Dante says honestly.

She shrugs like it doesn’t matter. “I have a twin sister, and she’s rail thin. I”m the one who is fat; For Nicole, it comes easily. She never craves carbs the way I do. The salad fills me up without making me gain weight.”

I glare at her. “You have two fucking seconds to take a bite of your lasagna, or I’ll bend you over the fucking table and spank your bare ass with my belt.”

First, pretty little Natalia gasps and then glares at me. “You will not.”

Without taking my eyes off her, I say, “Dante.”

My brother knows exactly what I’m asking him to do. He rises out of his chair, walks over to her, and lifts her out of her chair while she complains and tries to get free from him. Pushing her down over the table after moving her pathetic salad out of the way, he holds her down while I get up and get my belt. Our girl is about to learn a valuable lesson. If I say I’ll do something, then I will.

Once I come back with my belt, I pull the robe apart and move it to the side, exposing her bare ass. It’s been a long time since I’ve spanked a woman. I haven’t even wanted to for over a decade. I want to spank her. There’s something about Natalia. I need to punish her. Make her cry. Make her scream. I need us to fucking own her.

Dante holds her wrists above her head while she fights him. His palm is pushing her back down while I stare at her beautiful ass. He glances over his shoulder at me, “If you need me to,” but I cut him off by shaking my head, “I’m good.”

My brother isn’t the only one with negative experiences with women. A decade ago, I thought I might fall for a woman. Like my brother Damian, I go for submissive women, but not in a BDSM, sir kind of way. I sure as hell don’t give a fuck about safe words the way he does. While I’ve never raped a woman, consent is not always wholly required either. It’s more of a blurred line for me. Such is the case right now, as Natalia begs me not to whip her ass with my belt. If I’ve learned anything about her body in the last couple of hours, she’ll like it. It’ll hurt. Really fucking hurt, but I think it’ll also get her off.

I run my hand across her ass and squeeze her flesh. “Every time I hear you call yourself a fat pig, you will be punished.”

Her head is to the side of the table, looking in the other direction, so I can’t see her face, but I can hear the anger and tears in her tone. “You will never see me again.”

I chuckle loudly and smack her ass with my hand. “If that’s the case, I better make it good.”

She’s never going to see me again? Fucking wrong. While we haven’t figured out the logistics yet, she will be ours whether or not it’s what she wants. I fold over my belt, swing it out, and then hit her ass with it, causing her to yelp.

“I hate you both,” she bites, but I only respond with a chuckle before striking her sweet skin again. Her ass is already red and looks fucking phenomenal. I hit her again, and she cries out in pain. I rub my hand over the red marks, and she moans loudly.

“I bet you’re wet, aren’t you, Pretty Girl?”

Her body trembles with her sobs as she pleads with me, “Please, do it again.”

This is not the reaction I expected. I thought she’d end up enjoying it, but I didn’t know she’d ask for more. I’ve never had a woman ask for me to hit them more when I’ve finished.

“Please, Drake, please. I need it.”

Dante leans over her back and kisses her tears away while I give her three more lashes on her other cheek. I throw the belt on the floor behind me and force her legs open, pull my pants down, releasing my dick, and slide into her drenched pussy.

“Make it hurt,” she whimpers.

Fuck. Despite my assumptions, I had no clue about what I was getting into with this woman. I know I’m in trouble now because she will let me do anything I want to her and enjoy it. I don’t fall in love; my black heart won’t allow it, but fuck, if she can give me this, I know I’ll give her anything she wants.

I press my fingers into where I hit her, and she screams out in a mix of pleasure and pain. Pulling out of her, I order her to turn over. I want to see her face while I fuck her tender body.

Dante pulls her up; she does as she was instructed and yelps in pain when her ass hits the table. I push her legs back, and Dante grabs her ankles as I take in her beautiful body. “Such a pretty fucking pussy.”

My dirty praise causes her cheeks to heat. “You like that, don’t you, Pretty Girl?”

She drags her fingers up my arms, then over to my chest, and digs her nails into my skin. “Yes, you fucking psycho, I like it, alright?”

Natalia gapes at me with shock when I slap her pussy. I do it five times, listening to her moan as she attempts to buck her hips, but she can’t move much with Dante holding her ankles beside her ears. I grin at her while lining up my cock with her entrance. “Next time, I’ll use a belt. And I promise you, there will be a next time because I haven’t had my fill of this cunt.”

Gripping her thighs, I push inside her; she moans loudly as I fuck her. She looks away from me like it’s painful to look at me and I don’t like it. I need her eyes on me.

“Pretty Girl, look at me.”

She turns her head, and her lashes flutter as she lifts her gaze to mine. Those fucking eyes of hers do things to me that I don’t care to think about right now. The unshed tears fall as she whispers, “I don’t like this position with all my fat on display.”

“What did I tell you?”

I pull back and slam back into her, “You. Are. Not. Fucking. Fat.” I thrust with every word, trying to drive home the truth to her.

“Who told you that you’re fat?”

Dante stands holding her ankles while his eyes dart between us with the same curiosity burning behind his gaze. Her lips form a tight line as she shakes her head, refusing to answer my question. I reach down and wrap my hand around her throat, “If you have nothing to say, you don’t need your breath.”

I grab her throat and squeeze. Her eyes widen, her arms flail as she fights for air. And Jesus, it’s fucking beautiful.

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