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Making my way upstairs, I head straight for Ellie’s room at the end of the hall. Stepping into the room, I am surprised to quickly find that it is devoid of any of her belongings. Fire burns along my skin as anger begins to flood through me.
Already?
Storming down the hall to the other wing of the house, I barge through the door of Sal’s bedroom. I don’t need to spot her belongings to know that this is where she is sleeping now. I can smell her delectable scent lingering in the air.
Three weeks and she’s living in his fucking room?
Walking along the side of the bed, the scent only becomes stronger. I lift the pillow to my face, fisting it tightly as I inhale the remnants of her from it.
Fuck…she always smells so good.
Pulling out my cock, I bend over the edge of the bed and bury my face in her pillow as I slowly fist myself. My hips thrusting my cock through my tight grip.
Ellie bent over the bed as I take her from behind.
My hips rocking against her ass.
Her moaning beneath me.
“Fuck,” I groan as my cum shoots across her pillow, “You’ll always be mine, Ellie.”
Tucking my cock back into my pants, I head to the bathroom to wash the remnants of my release from my hand. Opening the door, the room I step into isn’t a bathroom. I am suddenly surrounded with the playthings of a sadistic deviant.
This?
I was the perfect fucking man for her.
And she chose him.
She chose him because I wasn’t the man she needed me to be for her.
Rage courses through me, my body shaking, it releases from my mouth as a scream.
I know what I need to do.
ChapterThirty-Eight
ELLIE
After leaving Tony’s school, Sal took me for a late dinner with the promises of dessert when we got home. We are barely through the front door when his rough hand wraps around my neck and pulls me backward into his chest.
“Sal,” I groan as his teeth bite at the sensitive flesh on my neck. A naughty smile spreading over my face, “I thought you meant actual dessert.”
His fingers squeeze my throat tighter, and I struggle to breathe.
“Shhhh. You don’t get to talk anymore,” his fingers momentarily relax, and I gasp for a breath, “The only things I want to hear from your mouth are ‘yes’, ‘Sir’, and you screaming as you come. Understood.”
“Yes, Sir,” I struggle to answer with how tightly his fingers are constricting my throat.
“Always such a good little girl for me,” his hands slide down my body, taking my hands and leading me down the hall. Gathering my dress into his hands, he pulls it over my head and drops it to the floor the moment we are in his office.
He points at the floor and a groan rattles from his chest as I drop to my knees, eyes lowered. From the floor, I sneak a peek of him rolling up his sleeves as he walks toward his desk. He opens a drawer and promptly returns with a small white box in his hand. Opening it as he reaches me, he tilts my chin up to him and pulls out each of the Air Pods placing them into my ears.
Sal pulls his phone from his pocket, swipes his fingers across it. Classical music begins to play loudly through the Air Pods, drowning out all other sounds around me.
Staring up at Sal, I watch as he loosens the knot of his tie, his gaze burning into me. He pulls it from around his neck and my chest is heaving when he places the silky fabric against my eyes. He ties it snuggly around my head.
Unable to see or hear anything, the hairs on the back of neck begin to rise as I anxiously wait in anticipation for Sal’s touch. My body trembles when his fingers brush along my jaw. Familiar smooth skin brushes over my lower lip and I open for him. The head of his cock brushes against my tongue as I open my mouth wide to take him in.
