Chapter 64: CHAPTER 60:THE PUNISHMENT

Neti

He took his time, his fingers moving leisurely over each button, dragging out the anticipation. My breath hitched as the fabric parted, revealing inch by inch of his toned, sculpted chest—hard muscle, smooth skin, and the kind of body that made it impossible to look away.

The shirt slid off his broad shoulders, falling to the floor like it meant nothing, but the way he looked at me said everything. His abs, defined and glistening under the dim lighting, flexed as he leaned closer, his presence overwhelming, consuming.

He smirked, running a slow hand through his dark hair before trapping me beneath his gaze. "Like what you see, amore mio?" His voice was deep, teasing, dripping with sinful confidence.

I swallowed, my heart hammering against my ribs. He knew the answer—he could see it in my eyes, in the way my breath shuddered.

He was intoxicating, and he knew it.

The leather of his belt slid through his fingers with a soft hiss as he pulled it free from the loops of his pants. My breath caught, heart pounding as he folded it in his hands, his dark eyes flickering with amusement.

“Wouldn’t want you trying to run again, would we, amore mio?” His voice was a slow, wicked drawl, filled with dark amusement.

Before I could even think of a response, he grabbed my wrists in one swift motion and stretched them above my head. The cold metal of the bedpost met my skin as he wound the belt around my wrists, tightening it just enough to hold me still without cutting off circulation.

I tugged instinctively, but it was useless. He had bound me perfectly—secure, inescapable. His smirk deepened as he watched me struggle.

“Go on, tesoro, fight all you want,” he murmured, leaning down until his breath ghosted over my lips. “It only makes it more fun for me.”

A shiver ran down my spine. I wasn’t sure if it was fear, anticipation, or both. Probably both.

He hovered over me, his breath ghosting against my skin, sending an involuntary shiver down my spine. His fingers traced a slow, agonizing path over my arms, down to my bound wrists, his grip tightening just enough to remind me of my helplessness.

His lips barely brushed over my jaw, then down to my throat, lingering there as if savoring the way my pulse raced beneath his touch. "You run so beautifully, tesoro," he murmured, voice laced with dark amusement. "Like a deer knowing it has no escape."

I tugged against the restraints, my breath shaky. "Let me go, Adolph."

His laughter was low, sinister. "Let you go?" He pulled back just enough for our eyes to meet, his gaze burning into mine. "What made you think you were ever free?"

His hands slid lower, gripping my waist possessively, his touch both terrifying and intoxicating. I hated how my body reacted to him, how the fear mixed with something far more dangerous.

"You knew the moment you ran, you'd have to face the consequences." His fingers ghosted over my bare skin, sending heat pooling in my stomach. "And now, my dear wife..." He leaned in, lips brushing against my ear. "It’s time for your punishment."

A smirk played on his lips as he took his time, reveling in my helplessness. My heart pounded, my mind screamed to fight, but deep down, I knew—Adolph Alessandro always got what he wanted. And tonight... that was me.

His lips latched onto my neck, the warmth of his breath sending a shiver down my spine. He wasn’t gentle—no, Adolph Alessandro didn’t know gentleness. He sucked on my skin with a purpose, his teeth grazing against my flesh before his tongue soothed the sting.

I gasped, my back arching involuntarily as his lips trailed lower, painting bruises down the column of my throat, claiming me in a way that made my stomach twist. He lingered at my collarbone, his teeth sinking in just enough to make me whimper before he moved to my shoulder, biting, sucking, marking.

"These will look beautiful on you tomorrow," he murmured against my skin, his voice thick with amusement. "A reminder that no matter where you run, you’ll always belong to me."

I hated how my body betrayed me, how heat spread through me despite the cruel possessiveness in his tone. I tugged at the belt restraining my wrists, my breathing ragged.

"Adolph—"

He hushed me with another searing kiss against my shoulder, his hands sliding down my sides, his grip firm and unwavering. "Shh, tesoro. Let me finish what you started."

He leaned back, admiring his work, the bruises blooming on my skin like dark, twisted roses. His thumb traced over one of them, and he smirked, satisfied.

"You look perfect like this," he said, his voice dripping with dark satisfaction. "Mine."

His lips descended on my skin again, and I knew—this was only the beginning of my punishment.

I tried to get away.

He laugh cruelly at me pathetic attempt to wriggle away from him

Pathetic attempt to resist," If you think I'm going to stop because you said so,then you're dumber than I thought" he sneers angling his wrist, thrusting his fingers, stretching me deliciously

The pain and pleasure is excruciating, blurring my vision and churning my stomach all the while tightening my abdomen in tight knots.

"Now stop crying and be a good girl and take it as much as you assume you hate me," he hisses in my ear,his voice dropping low and sinful.

He punctuated every word with a deeper thrust of his fingers

"S-stop it" I managed to speak.

In response he grunts and replaced his fingers with his cock.

And God are they all so big?

He started grinding against my entrance. I bit my lips to stifle the moans that are threatening to be louder and free.

He thrust into me slowly, deeply and ruthlessly tearing me open.

A gasp escaped my throat.

Tears were welling up in my eyes and the reason for them appearing was a damn question

Pain or pleasure?

Wrong

Pain and pleasure

The moans and gasps I've been trying to stop started filling the room mindlessly

"I'm sorry, please stop," I begged for forgiveness that I knew I lost the moment I dared to step out of the mansion. We both knows that.

"P-please… Adolph, stop." My voice was barely above a whisper, laced with desperation. My wrists ached against the restraint of his belt, my body trapped beneath his. Every inch of me was exposed to his scorching gaze, and the way he looked at me—like a predator who had finally cornered his prey—made my breath hitch.

He chuckled, dark and rich, his fingers trailing over the marks he had left on my skin. "Stop?" he echoed, his lips ghosting over my ear. "Oh, tesoro… you don’t get to beg. You lost that privilege the moment you ran."

I struggled against the restraints, my body instinctively trying to escape his overwhelming presence, but he only gripped my chin, forcing me to look at him. His eyes, dark with something dangerous, burned into mine.

"Where was this pleading when you were slipping through that door? When you thought you could escape me?" he murmured, his thumb pressing against my bottom lip. "You ran, Neti. And now, I get to show you what happens when you disobey."

A shiver ran down my spine as he dragged his lips down my throat again, his teeth grazing over the bruises he had left. He wasn’t just marking me—he was branding me, ensuring that every inch of my skin bore proof of his possession.

I turned my head away, my breath coming in short, uneven gasps. "You can’t just… just keep me like this."

He smirked against my skin, his fingers skimming dangerously low. "Oh, but I can. I told you, tesoro, I don’t love you. I’m obsessed with you." His grip on my chin tightened as he made me look at him again, his voice dropping into something even darker. "And obsession is far more terrifying than love".

I thrashed against the restraints, the cold bite of leather against my wrists doing nothing to deter my struggle. Adolph only smirked, his body looming over mine like a predator playing with his prey.

"Fight all you want, Mrs. Alessandro," he murmured, voice dark and sinful, fingers ghosting over my trembling skin. "We both know how this ends."

His lips trailed along my collarbone, hot and possessive, the sharp scrape of his teeth making me gasp.

“Stop…” My voice was barely a whisper, a pathetic plea that only fueled his amusement.

He chuckled lowly, the sound vibrating through me. “Stop?” he echoed mockingly, his hands roaming lower. “That’s not what I want to hear, cara mia. Try again.”

I bit my lip, refusing to give him what he wanted. But he had patience—patience and a dangerous amount of control.

His fingers gripped my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze. Those dark, merciless eyes burned into mine, promising punishment, promising pleasure.

“I told you,” he whispered, lips brushing against my ear, “you’re mine.” His teeth nipped at my earlobe, making me shudder. “And I don’t stop until I hear my name fall from that pretty little mouth.”

My breath hitched as he leaned back, dragging his gaze down my exposed body like he was memorizing every inch of me.

“Say it,” he demanded, voice rough with command. “Scream it.”

I clenched my fists, every ounce of defiance in me rising—but the heat in his eyes, the way his hands moved, made it impossible to resist for long.

He had me exactly where he wanted. Bound. Helpless. Trapped in his sinful game.

And God help me… I was losing it

I gasped as Adolph’s fingers trailed down my stomach, a teasing, tormenting touch that had nothing to do with mercy. My wrists ached against the leather restraint, but the way he hovered over me, eyes gleaming with wicked satisfaction, told me he wasn’t done yet.

"Look at you," he murmured, his voice deep and taunting. "Tied up and trembling… and still pretending you can fight me."

I turned my head away, but he grabbed my chin, forcing my gaze back to him. His grip was rough, unyielding, like he was daring me to defy him again.

"You thought you could run from me?" His lips ghosted over my cheek, his breath hot, sinful. "You thought you had a choice?" He chuckled darkly, the sound dripping with condescension. "Poor, stupid little wife. You were mine the moment you said 'I do.' And now… you’ll learn what that means."

His hand gripped my throat—not choking, just a warning, a reminder of his control. My breath hitched, my body betraying me.

"That’s it," he purred, watching me, reading every reaction. "You can deny it all you want, but your body knows who owns it."

His fingers tightened just slightly, enough to make my pulse race beneath his touch. "You’ll scream for me, Mrs. Alessandro." His lips brushed against mine, a cruel mockery of a kiss. "Beg me. Worship me."

He leaned down, his voice a whisper of sinful promises.

"And if you don’t…" His teeth scraped against my jaw, his free hand trailing lower. "I’ll make you."

His thrusts started becoming more punishing that the last one he gave me

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Adolph

Her moans filled the room, echoing through the vast, empty halls of the abandoned mansion—tainted with something between defiance and surrender. My name dripped from her lips like a sin, yet she still fought me, still tried to resist even when her body betrayed her.

I smirked, dragging my fingers along her trembling skin, watching her shudder beneath me. So delicate, so breakable, yet still trying to fight me? It was amusing.

"Look at you," I murmured, voice laced with dark amusement as I traced the fresh bruises forming on her soft flesh. "Fighting a battle you already lost the moment you decided to run from me."

Her breath hitched, her wrists tugging against the belt tying her down, but there was no escape—not from me, not from this. I leaned in, ghosting my lips over her ear, my voice dipping lower, hungrier.

"You think you can run, dolcezza? That you can slip away from me, vanish into the night like a shadow?" I let out a dark chuckle, trailing my teeth down her throat before biting down, earning another helpless whimper. "No. I let you run because I wanted to hunt you," my thrusts deepen.

I pulled back just enough to watch her eyes—wide, frantic, laced with something she refused to name. Fear. Lust. Hatred. All tangled into one.

Her lips parted as if to beg, to plead. I pressed a finger against them, silencing her.

"Shh... Don’t ruin the moment with empty words. You know I don’t listen."

I gripped her chin, forcing her to meet my gaze, the heat between us a smoldering fire, impossible to ignore.

"You can hate me, you can curse me, but you'll never escape me." My thumb brushed against her lower lip, smirking as she shivered. "I don’t love you, cara mia, but I own you. And tonight—" I leaned down, lips brushing against hers, teasing. "Tonight, I’ll remind you why running was your worst mistake."

She gasped as I moved, as the night devoured the last of her resistance.

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Neti

"Adolph… stop," I whispered, my voice trembling—though I wasn’t sure if it was out of fear or something else entirely.

His lips hovered just above mine, his dark eyes searching my face, drinking in my every reaction. I hated how he did that—how he always knew me better than I knew myself. His fingers trailed down my skin, slow, deliberate, leaving a burning path in their wake. My body shivered, betraying me, even as I tugged weakly against the restraints.

"Stop?" His voice was a dark purr, amused, wicked. "Then why do you sound like you don’t mean it, dolcezza?"

I swallowed hard, my breath hitching as he pressed closer. "I-I mean it," I said, though the way my body arched into his touch told another story.

His smirk deepened. "Liar."

His fingers trailed down my stomach, teasing, dangerous, making me gasp. I turned my head away, desperate to escape the intensity in his gaze, but he wasn’t having it.

"Look at me," he ordered, gripping my chin and forcing my gaze back to his. His touch was rough, his eyes dark with something primal. "Say it again. Say it like you mean it."

My lips parted, but no words came out. I wanted to push him away, to resist, but at the same time, a dangerous thrill coiled deep inside me.

His thumb brushed over my lower lip, a taunting smirk playing on his own. "That’s what I thought."

I shivered as he leaned in, his breath warm against my ear. "Your lips say stop, but your body… your body begs for more."

Heat pooled in my stomach, shame and desire twisting into something I couldn’t control. This isn’t right…

And he wasn't letting me be right

But as his lips found my throat again, claiming me with slow, possessive kisses, I knew one thing—right or wrong, there was no escaping him.

And worst of all?

I wasn’t sure if I truly wanted to.

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Adolph

Her body trembled beneath me, caught in the agonizing edge between resistance and surrender. I could feel it—every ragged breath, every barely restrained whimper, every delicious tremor that betrayed her. She was close, so close, but she refused to give me the satisfaction of seeing it.

She shut her eyes tight, her lips parted as if in silent prayer, as if she could will away the inevitable. How adorable.

I chuckled darkly, dragging my lips over the curve of her throat, savoring the way her pulse pounded against my mouth. "Shutting me out won’t change a thing, dolcezza,” I murmured, my voice laced with amusement. "You can pretend all you want, but your body is mine. It knows who it belongs to."

Her breathing hitched, but she still refused to look at me. That wouldn’t do.

"Eyes on me, amore mio," I commanded, my fingers gripping her chin, forcing her to face me. "Or do you need me to remind you who’s in control?"

Her lashes fluttered, but she kept her eyes squeezed shut, stubborn as ever. A dangerous smirk curled on my lips. Ah, she wants to play?

Fine.

I slowed my movements, torturing her, pushing her closer and closer to the brink without letting her fall. She writhed beneath me, biting her lip to stifle a moan. I leaned down, my breath ghosting over her ear as I whispered, "Open your eyes, or I’ll make you beg for it."

A shiver ran through her. Still, she resisted.

"Such a stubborn little thing," I murmured, my voice dripping with dark amusement. "Do you think shutting your eyes will take away my victory?" I brushed my lips against her jaw, my fingers tightening around her wrists. "No, cara, all it does is make me want to ruin you more."

Her body arched, a broken gasp escaping her lips, and I felt it—the precise moment she shattered. And yet, she still kept her eyes shut, denying me the sight of her fall.

My grip on her chin tightened just enough to make her gasp.

"Look at me," I growled, my voice dangerously low. "Now."

Finally, her lashes fluttered open, her gaze meeting mine—dazed, vulnerable, utterly wrecked.

I smirked. There it is.

"Good girl," I praised, brushing a thumb over her swollen lips. "Now, was that so hard?"

She glared at me, her breaths still uneven, but the fight in her eyes only made my amusement grow.

"You can close your eyes all you want, dolcezza," I murmured, pressing a lingering kiss against her jaw. "But you’ll never shut me out. I’ll always be right here, under your skin, in your veins… inside you."

And from the way her breath hitched, I knew she understood the truth.

There was no escaping me.

She was trembling—wrecked, undone, reduced to nothing but ragged breaths and shattered moans. But I wasn’t finished. Not even close.

I watched her, the way her body quivered beneath me, the aftershocks still rippling through her. Her lashes fluttered, her lips parted as if she had no strength left to form words.

But she should’ve known better than to think I’d stop.

A dark chuckle escaped me as I trailed my fingers over her flushed skin, feeling the way she twitched at my touch. Sensitive. Overstimulated. Perfect.

"Look at you," I murmured, my voice dripping with satisfaction. "Trembling, breathless… seeing stars, aren’t you, dolcezza?"

She tried to catch her breath, to form some kind of protest, but I didn’t give her the chance. I never did.

Her nails dug into the leather, trying to get free, but I only smirked. "Oh no, cara," I murmured against her skin. "We’re not done."

Her body tensed, as if she already knew she wouldn’t survive the night.

Good.

Because I had no intention of letting her.

Her moans—those sweet, wrecked little sounds—filled the room, bouncing off the walls, echoing through the vast, abandoned mansion like a sinful melody meant only for me.

And God, did they drive me insane.

Every broken gasp, every trembling whimper sent a darker kind of thrill coursing through my veins, stoking the fire already burning deep inside me. She was undone, ruined, yet I could feel her body betraying her, pressing closer, craving more even as she whispered weak protests that neither of us truly believed.

"Listen to yourself, dolcezza," I murmured against her skin, my voice a husky growl, thick with need. "Do you hear it? How you sound? How much you want this?"

She shook her head, her breath coming in desperate, uneven pants, but I only chuckled darkly. "Liar."

I ran my tongue over the pulse point on her neck, feeling it hammer wildly beneath my lips. Her entire body tensed, her back arching the moment I moved lower, my grip tightening as if daring her to run—not that she could. Not that I’d let her.

She was trapped.

Mine.

And tonight, I was going to make damn sure she knows this.

I slowly loosened the belt, the soft slide of leather against her skin making her shudder. Her wrists, marked from the restraint, trembled as I guided them down. She collapsed against me, her breath ragged, body still shaking from what I’d done to her.

But we weren’t done.

Not even close.

I smirked, hands gripping her waist, forcing her to sit up. Her dazed, ruined expression made something dark curl in my chest. She looked wrecked, undone, yet still so damn beautiful.

"Your turn, amore mio," I murmured, my voice low, gravelly, thick with satisfaction.

Her brows furrowed, lips parted in confusion, in disbelief.

I leaned up, ghosting my lips over her jaw, my fingers tightening on her hips. "You’ve taken everything I’ve given you so far. Now, you’re going to take me—every inch, every part of me—by yourself."

She whimpered, her hands pressing against my chest as if to push me away, but I caught them, guiding them down my torso, over the ridges of my muscles. "Don’t pretend you don’t want it. Don’t pretend you don’t crave it."

I sat back, watching her, waiting. "Come on, dolcezza," I drawled, my smirk widening. "Ride me like you mean it. Ride me like you hate me. Fuck me, Neti. Fuck me, Mrs Alessandro"

She didn’t even move. Just sat there, trembling, her breath ragged, her fingers barely holding onto my shoulders.

I clicked my tongue, eyes burning into hers. "Pathetic," I muttered, my grip tightening around her waist. "Do I have to do everything myself?"

Before she could answer, I grabbed her hips, my fingers digging in hard enough to leave bruises, and forced her body to move. Up. Down. Up. Down. The sharp gasp that left her lips was pure sin, but I didn’t stop.

"You think you can just sit there and escape this?" I taunted, my voice dripping with amusement. "No, dolcezza—you wanted to run, and now, you pay for it."

Her hands flew to my chest, as if trying to steady herself, but I only went rougher, hungrier. "Look at you," I murmured, watching her unravel, her lips parting, her body betraying her. "So desperate, so fucking weak for me."

I leaned in, my teeth grazing her throat, my voice dark and merciless. "Now, be a good girl," I ordered, voice thick with control. "And take it."

She whimpered against my lips, but I swallowed every sound, every plea, as if they were mine to take. Her trembling hands pushed at my chest—weak, useless, nothing more than a pathetic attempt to stop what we both knew was inevitable.

"Shh," I murmured against her mouth, my grip on her tightening, pressing her closer, forcing her to feel every inch of me. "Beg all you want, dolcezza, but we both know you don’t really want me to stop."

She shook her head, her breath coming in short, desperate gasps, her nails digging into my skin. "P-please—"

I silenced her with another kiss, deeper, rougher, my teeth grazing her lower lip before I sucked it between mine. She shuddered, her body betraying her, melting against me like she was made to fit into my hands.

"You ran," I whispered darkly, dragging my lips down her jaw, to the pulse at her neck that raced wildly beneath my tongue. "You made me chase you. Now, amore, you’ll pay for every second of it."

Her moans were muffled against my mouth as I devoured every sound, every plea, every last shred of resistance she had left.

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Neti

His grip on my hips was bruising, his breath hot against my ear. "Mine," he growled, the word dripping with raw possession. "Every inch of you belongs to me, Neti. Your body, your moans, your screams—" his fingers tightened, forcing me to take everything he gave, "—all of it is mine."

A sharp gasp left my lips as he buried himself deeper, the overwhelming sensation pushing me past the edge. "Adolph—" His name came out in a broken moan, a desperate cry that I couldn’t hold back even if I tried.

"Say it again," he demanded, his voice dangerously low. "Scream it. Let the walls remember who owns you. Let them know you’ll never run from me again."

I was lost, drowning in the sinful pleasure of his merciless claim. My mind barely registered anything except him—his touch, his voice, his control.

He groaned, gripping my chin, forcing my dazed eyes to meet his. "Look at me when you break for me," he ordered darkly. "I want to see you surrender."

And when I shattered, when the pleasure consumed me whole, I screamed his name so loudly it echoed through the abandoned mansion, a sinful confession of my undoing.

Adolph didn’t stop. He never did. Even as my body trembled, spent and weak, he still moved with the same ruthless precision.

"What’s wrong, Mrs. Alessandro?" he mocked darkly, his fingers caressing my jaw before gripping it tight. "You begged me to stop, but your body tells me a different story."

I whimpered, my legs weak as I barely held onto him. My mind screamed for rest, but he—he was insatiable.

"You thought you could run from me?" His lips ghosted over my ear, his voice pure sin. "You thought you could escape and I’d just let you go?" A dark chuckle rumbled through his chest. "Oh, my little wife, you really don’t understand what obsession looks like."

His fingers traced the marks he’d left on my skin, each one a burning reminder that I was his in ways I didn’t even want to admit.

"Do you hate me, Neti?" His voice was husky, seductive, yet taunting. "Hate me enough to run again? Hate me enough to fight me?"

I didn’t answer—I couldn’t. My mind was a mess, my body betraying me with every shuddering breath.

"No?" He smirked, leaning closer until our lips almost touched. "Then prove it. Ride me again. But this time, do it like you mean every second of it."

Adolph's smirk deepened when he saw the exhaustion in my eyes. My body was trembling, unable to hold itself up any longer, and that only seemed to amuse him.

"Too weak already?" he mocked, his grip tightening around my waist. "And here I thought you had enough fight left in you."

I gasped as he moved again, taking control without hesitation. My hands clutched at his shoulders, but it was useless—he was far stronger, far more relentless.

"Fine," he murmured, his voice dark and laced with satisfaction. "I’ll do it myself. After all, my little runaway wife still needs to learn her lesson."

His pace was slow at first, torturous, making sure I felt every second of his control. His hands moved up my spine, pulling me closer until our bodies were flush together.

"Look at me," he demanded, his fingers gripping my chin roughly. "Don’t you dare close your eyes."

His breathing grew heavier, his grip on my waist tightening with bruising force. Every movement was calculated, deliberate, and utterly merciless.

"You feel that, Mrs. Alessandro?" His voice was a low growl against my ear. "That’s me ruining you—" he bit down on my shoulder, making me whimper, "—owning you."

I was shaking, my body betraying me, and he knew it. He thrived on it.

"You were so desperate to run," he murmured darkly, his pace quickening, "but look at you now—" he forced me closer, "—taking everything I give like you were meant for it."

The tension coiled tighter, suffocating, intoxicating. His lips ghosted over mine, his voice a command that seeped into my bones.

"Scream my name, Neti," he ordered, his dominance absolute. "Let them all hear who you belong to."

And then, with a deep, guttural groan, he buried himself one last time, pulling me against him as he shattered, dragging me down with him.

I shouldn't have even reacted but God knows why the hell I needed this

Needed him

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