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Amelia's POV
With Alessandro's hard stare on me, I felt like the ground would soon open and swallow me up.
He didn't speak, he just kept his gaze fixed on my face and I can't hold it anymore. The tension was killing me and the fact that he doesn't say anything or bend me over like I wanted was getting me upset!
I cleared my throat. I'd just start a conversation if he fails to. Just like I was being bewitched, the moment he smirked and brushed his long black hair backwards, my words hung in my throat.
This man! What was he doing? I'm the one on the track to seducing him and now he's trying to draw me closer to him again and put me in more trouble? Damn!
"Why do you look stunned, Amelia?" He kept his smirk on. But I wasn't looking at him again, rather my eyes were glued to his groin.
Why is he always like this? Tying his towel around his waist carelessly like this, what if it falls off?
Oh shit, these dirty thoughts again.
"Do you like my dick so much that you can't take your eyes off it?" He snapped his fingers and I jolted out of my my dirty thoughts.
"Umm, Alessandro." I scratched the back of my neck as I gave him an awkward smile. "What do you mean? I... I wasn't staring at you." I lied, though the truth was I have stripped him naked with my eyes already.
"You want daddy's dick, right? Come have it." Immediately he said this, my eyes popped out in shock. Did he really mean this? I should come have his dick? Like seriously?
"You mean it, Alessandro?"
"Crawl to me." He ordered and I moved slowly, stopping in front of him, still on my knees.
He grabbed my hand as I made to touch his dick, twisting it backwards. I groaned, struggling to snatch my wrist from him but he just didn't let go.
"Alessandro, w….what are you doing?" I blinked rapidly , begging him with my eyes.
"If you want my daddy's dick then you have to prove yourself of having it, tell me, what can you offer in exchange, amoretto?" He squatted in front of me and ran his fingers through my hair.
"Alessandro, do you really plan to punish me this much? I have been horny since yesterday and you have refused to fuck me even though I'm begging for it." I sniffled, looking away from me and he grabbed my chin, making me look at him.
"I just want you to know what it feels like to be ignored." He paused, yanking me closer. I winced as he pinched my nipples. "I can see you're enjoying this, aren't you?"
"Ah!" I screamed when he pulled me up and bent me over the basin.
"Tell me what you want now, scream it out." He yelled, shoving his fingers into pussy roughly.
"Be calm, Alessandro. Why are you being hard on me?" I cried .
"I'm being hard on you, uh? There is only three fingers in you, what if I dip all five fingers in you, uh?" Alessandro smirked and I felt a shiver rush down my spine.
Tears trickled down my eyes as he fingered me mercilessly, eating and teasing me with all his might.
"Spread your legs." He commanded and I did as he said. Without giving me a chance to adjust to his thrust, he slammed in me, making me take in his full length.
"Isn't this what you wanted? Why are you crying?" He hissed,
"You're simply taking out your anger on me." I cried. He didn't stop thrusting in and out and I felt like I was going to faint soon.
"I have only been merciful to you all these weeks that's simply the reason why you've chosen to takee for granted, isn't it?" His fingers dug into my skin as he yanked my neck roughly.
"Are you doing this because Regina hurt you? Why should I only be the one to be punished?"
"Shut up!" More tears rushed down my face as he landed a hot slap on my cheek.
He carried me out of the bathroom and threw me on the bed. Afterwards he bound my hands and legs to the chain links on the bed.
"Alessandro! Don't do this, please!" I shouted when he brought the whip closer. Without listening to my pleas, he whipped me on ass which was facing him.
"Please!" I screamed as the pain sliced through my skin.
"For the rest of your miserable life, you should never call me by my name or else, I'd deal with you in the worst way ever!" He warned, his eyes flashing with so much anger.
What's with all of this provocation? Was he only reacting to the pain Regina had caused him or I was simply the cause of all his anger?
What did that bitch do to make him feel so annoyed at the mention of her name?
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Alessandro's POV
I regretted my actions the next moment. Oh hell, what have I done?
Why did I get so angry at her? I stared at the red marks on Amelia's skin and I felt like a monster for treating her this way.
She shouldn't have mentioned Regina. She should've allowed me fuck her when I came asking.
Am I being too soft? What the hell is wrong with me? This isn't you, Sandro.
Alessandro DeMarco doesn't regret anything he does. I don't feel remorseful even after killing, why do I feel this way after merely punishing Amelia.
My hands found its way to her face and my heart skipped a beat as I watched the tear that rolled down her eyes.
She was asleep and yet crying. Did I hurt her so much?
I quickly uncuffed her hands and feet. I've done enough.
I stood up, got dressed up and dashed out of the room.
"Make me coffee." I asked one of the maids as I got into the kitchen and walked back into the room, placing the small tray on the bedside table.
I sighed. Looking at tge bruises on Amelia's pale skin pricked my heart a whole lot. Again, I blamed myself.
I was just being too harsh on this...this frail soul.
I got the first aid box from the drawer and sat patiently, waiting for Amelia to wake up.
I was the one who caused her these wounds so I should better clear them off ASAP.
After some minutes, she woke up and I felt guilty as our gaze met. Her turquoise eyes were all pale.
"Get your hands off me!" She yelled when I touched her thigh.
I bit my lip, running my hands through my hair. "Calm down, Amelia. Please allow me apply some ointment."
She scoffed, "now, I have no doubts that you're the very monster I had once known. Thank you for the pains, I'll learn to stay away from you next time."
"Amelia….come back." I grabbed her arm. I wanted to apologise to her but my pride just wouldn't let me.
"Let me go! It's okay if I don't mean anything to you. The only reason why I'm here stuck with you in the first place is because of that jerk, no lady in her right senses will choose to be with you after so much harassment!"
I pulled her closer to me, our faces just an inch apart. "You call this harassment? You're only suffering for what you've done!" I spat, losing my cool again.
Shit! Not again! I released her arm and threw my shirt on her body.
"J….just get out of here."