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He paused before answering, “I will make you scream my name and beg me to stop.”

Now I actually shivered, thinking about the way he made me felt the last time. “Look, I’m sorry,” I muttered.

“Too late now,” he swept me off the floor into his arms, making me like a toddler. I stopped struggling, allowing him so as he pleased. He took me to his room, laying me on the bed, he unwrapped the blanket from my body. I had just my pants on, and was terribly embarrassed.

He unbuttoned his sleeve, turning me over so that I was lying on my stomach, he began to trail his fingers down my spine, slowly, sending a rush of sensation through my body. His hands went around my buttocks and he grabbed the flesh on it, smooching softly and then spanking me hard. A soft cry escaped my lips at the mixture of pleasure and pain.

I stretched my hand, trying to rub the spot that now stung, both he held both my hands firmly in one of his, using the spare hand to send more spanks on my ass. It didn’t take long before I was sobbing loudly and pleading on his name to stop.

“You shouldn’t have gone back there,” he groaned, rubbing soothingly the spot he had just spanked.

“I didn’t do anything!” I cried.

“Buy you were going to, Eve, that’s like breaking one of my rules.” He said from behind me.

“Please stop!” I moaned out.

“Why? You haven’t screamed my name enough.”

“I can’t take it anymore Antonio.”

He stopped at that. My butt cheeks were stinging with pain, yet the absence of his hands from them made me yarn for more of those spanks. I was wet and turned on and the last thing I wanted was him abandoning me like last night.

He flipped me around, this time I was facing the ceiling. He pushed my knees up, settling between my thighs. Oh hell! What was he going to do now? Inflict me with more torture?

I didn’t wonder for long as his hand rested up on the entrance of my pussy, rubbing through my pants in a circular motion. “You are so wet,” he noticed.

“Yes…” My voice came out in a whisper from my husky throat. I tilted my head farther into the bed, pushing my hips up to give him more access.

I felt a chilly feeling as his bare fingers slipped through my panties, finding my clits. Now I couldn’t just still anymore, the moans escaped my lips unceasingly as I twitched and wiggled in ecstacy.

“Ant…on.. io…yea…h…don’t stop,” I kept screaming incoherent stuff.

“You are so loud,” he leaned closer to say, pecking my lips before returning to focus on my entrance. In no time, he was finger fucking me slowly, taking his time to slip in and then out again. His thumb was rolling against the bump on my clit as his other finger fucked me.

“Oh yeah… faster please,” I begged, grab the sheets for support.

“You like it?” His voice was thick with desire and his eyes darkened in satisfaction.

“Fuck yeah!”

He increased the tempo, slipping in and out more faster. I could feel my sense blurring. I grabbed stronger on the sheets, trying to stay in control of myself, but that didn’t help, the feeling kept climaxing, higher and higher, until I couldn’t hold back anymore.

“Yeah, come for me baby.” I heard his voice in my blur sense.

As if waiting for those words, a loud scream tore through my throat, my body trembled and quivered on the bed, and in no time, it was over, leaving me relished and yet trembling. I rolled into my side, curling myself into a ball. I felt him pulling the sheets above my body, then his solid body lay next to mine.

“You okay?” He asked.

Of course I was. Who wouldn’t be after what just went down. But I said nothing, just curling further into his arms in response. “I do not want to ever see you around him again,” he mentioned. I knew he was talking about, I didn’t need to ask.

“You would keep making him get beaten, if you keep going back to him.” He added.

I jerked up, turning to face. “You made your men beat him?” I asked.

“My men were hungry for action, and he just happened to be a scapegoat,” he shrugged unconcerned.

“When was this? When did you send your thugs on him?” I yelled.

“Eve, you’re screaming,” he warned calmly.

“I don’t care! I came with you when you asked me to, didn’t I? So why did you have to beat him up?”

“You should sleep now,” he advised.

“Fuck you!” I rose from the bed, grabbing the bedsheets I had carried from my apartment, wrapping around myself and walking out through the door to my bedroom.

I paced around for while, thinking of how best to give Charlie justice over Antonio’s men. I took out a sheet of paper, writing down a list of their names and descriptions. If he could get his revenge on the men that beat him up then he should. I gave him a hint of the kind of errands they ran and where he could possibly run into them.

I was going to warn him not to get the police involved, not to do anything to hurt Antonio, just the men on the list, that carried out his dirty businesses. Having filled the information, I took a bath, picked up my phone, sending a message to Charlie, I told him I had vital information that could help him get his revenge.

I needed to see him immediately. When he didn’t reply, I added a text saying the information would be at my place, he could get it when he wanted. I took out a jean trouser and a tank top, a black coat and a Chelsea boot.

After dressing, I made my way through the corridor, down the stairs and into the castle yard. It was getting a little dark. I walked up to Jasper, who was standing beside one of the cars, keeping his guard.

“The boss has asked that you take me to my apartment to get something real quick,” I told him.

“The boss said that?”

“Yes,” I nodded.

He stared at me disbelievingly. “I would need to find out from the boss,” he answered.

“You are calling me a liar?” I accused.

“No ma’am.”

“Then take me out of here. The boss is sleeping and I am sure you do not intend bothering his sleep, because he would be more furious at you for taking me as a liar,” I threatened.

He bowed, walking round to the door of the car and opening it for me. I smiled mischievously at how smooth that had played.

The ride was a quick one. My apartment was in a tumble, but I didn’t give much concern to that. I took the note straight to the stool by my bedside, I used the bed lamp to hold the paper to the stool and in less than a minute, I was out again and we were on our way back to the castle.

Antonio wouldn’t even notice my absence, and so Jasper would never find out about my lie. Back at the castle, I sneaked into my room, feeling at peace for granting Charlie justice. My peace was short lived, I realized I couldn’t sleep when I climbed into bed. What if Charlie does something to hurt Antonio?Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g

I sent another text, warning specifically not to do anything to hurt Antonio. “You could take them out in a fight or something, but try not to cause permanent damage to anyone.” I added to the text, hoping it would make me feel better, but no, it didn’t.

Who was I fooling anyways, I just gave Antonio and his men out. The same men that stood as family for him, that have protected me since my arrival to the castle. What exactly was wrong with me? Maybe I should go back and take the note.

But there would be no lie to tell Jasper this time, already it was late and no guard would drive me out of the castle without Antonio’s permission. I could pick the note after school tomorrow, surely, Charlie wouldn’t be so quick to get the note before me. With that in mind, I forced myself to sleep.

***

At the first light of dawn, I was up. I took a sharp bath, hurried into a pair of cargo pants and sweatshirt and made my way down the stairs. I met Jacob in the sitting room, he was on his phone, with a smile on his face.

“Thank goodness you are here. Good morning,” I greeted.

“Hey, it been a while, how are you?”

“Am good. You’ve been scares lately, everything good?” I asked.

“Yeah. Off to school?”

I nodded in response. “Would you drive me?” I asked.

“If you want me to.”

“Of course I want you to,” I beamed at him.

It would be easier pleading with Jacob to pass by the house, or so I thought. We were almost in the car when he turned around as if remembering something. “Did you say you’re going to school?” He asked.

“Of course.” I answered.

“But Debbie, she mentioned that you guys were done with your exams?”

Shii… how did I forget? Now I had to think of something else to say. “Oh my… you won’t believe that I totally forgot,” I laughed out uneasily.