Chapter 8
EIGHT
Caelian
“Haven’t you made her suffer enough?” Ms. Poitier asks the second I’m out of the dungeon. It’s like she’s been waiting for the moment I would walk out just to lecture me. As I stride past her as if she’s part of the hall decor, she zips after me. “You’re leaving her in there?”
“None of your business.”
“You can’t just take her prison—”
“I can and I have!” I roar, whipping around. Ms. Poitier stumbles a couple steps back, spying the pulsing veins in my neck and anger etched on my face. “She’s my fucking possession, and I’ll do with her as I please! She ran away and knew there would be a price to pay. This was all her choice!”
Ms. Poitier’s eyelids lower, her eyes narrowing. “If you say so, C. But don’t be surprised if she’ll never love you.”
“Then her life will be cold and miserable and she’ll have no one to blame but herself! Stop expecting me to feel sorry for my ballerina when she knew what disobeying me would mean. There is no fucking pity for traitors. Go be useful and oversee the affairs of this house!”
Ms. Poitier rushes off at the command, throwing offended glances over her shoulder.
I don’t give a shit.
I’m out of fucks to give. I’ve never had many… but the few I did for Nevaeh have vanished altogether.
Matteo and I found her when we checked out the warehouse she had been holed up in with her family. Apparently Nero’s men had left the premises in search of them without realizing Nevaeh had stayed behind. My smart little angel hid under a desk and came out only when she thought the coast was clear.
She had dialed my number, likely hoping I’d show up and rescue her.
What she didn’t realize was I was already in the building. We hung up the call and then jabbed a syringe into her neck. I had my men deliver her to one of the dungeons where I’ve kept enemies captive before.
But this time it was my wife.
Mia bella ballerina who thought she could escape me.
Ms. Poitier thinks I’ve made her suffer too much, but as far as I’m concerned, it hasn’t been nearly enough.
I’ll play with my ballerina however the fuck I want after what she’s done. The shock on her beautiful face when the lights popped on and she discovered it was me was priceless. It’s a moment I’ll remember for the rest of my life with sick glee.
I’d left her there, still in her restraints, her arms likely sore from being stretched to the ceiling for so long. My cum dried on the inside of her thighs and filling up her tight little pussy. Bruises I’ve caused showing through on her dark skin.
My groin throbs with arousal just thinking about how she’d looked when I walked out. I’ll return soon to play with her some more, but another fun aspect of the situation is making her wait. Making her stand in her restraints and think about the shit she’s pulled.
She’s lucky I’ve only fucked her little pussy so far.
I’ll do much more once I’m done handling some other pressing matters.
My men are assembled in my war room when I walk through the door. Matteo is waiting closest to my desk, his face more bruised than mine. We’d been outnumbered two to eight earlier when we encountered Nero’s guys.
Fists were thrown and guns were fired. We took them all out before we were able to make it out of the city. Nevaeh was passed out in the back seat of our car. I was fighting for more than my survival in that moment.
The things I do for my ballerina. Things she’s so unaware of when she throws her tantrums.
Her running away was just the latest.
I’ve given her too much freedom. I listened to Ms. Poitier, who advised I treat her like a real woman and not some figment in my dream. Nevaeh’s repaid me with her disobedience. But she’ll learn how hard she can really have it—
“C, you hear that?” Matteo interrupts. “Johnny was briefing you about the whereabouts of her parents.”
I snap out of my bitter thoughts and shoot Johnny a disgruntled glare. “Yes, yes. I’m paying attention. Go ahead, Johnny.”
“Nero’s crew hasn’t been able to find them anywhere. They’ve been searching through every neighborhood in the city. It’s almost like they’ve disappeared into thin air.”
“Why would they turn on Nero now?” asks Sergio, another one of my men. “Does this mean they’re turning to our family?”
“No, this is separate of that,” I say. “Niecy and her husband seem to be acting of their own interests.”
“Did they drag the ballerina into it?” Johnny asks.
I snatch him by the throat to the alarmed flinches of my men in the room. Johnny retches at how roughly my hand’s enclosed around his throat, his eyes bulging.
“Her name is Mrs. Ziccardi to you,” I growl through clenched teeth. “Is that understood?”
He coughs out a yes and squirms in my hold like he’s afraid of suffocating if I throttle him any tighter. A legitimate concern considering I’m twice his size with the strength of five men. He gasps for air as I finally release him and turn to the rest of my men.
“For now, keep an eye on their search. If Nero’s guys find her parents, I want to know about it.”
“And your family?” Matteo asks. “You had mentioned you wanted a sit down?”
“Yes, reach out to my father. See if he’s interested in meeting to discuss a path forward. No more pussyfooting about the issue,” I explain. “They’ve betrayed me and need to know there will be consequences.”
With the meeting over, I address a few other pertinent matters and then return to the dungeon door. Bitter thoughts and welled-up emotion still occupy my body and mind.
Nevaeh whimpers at the sight of me. Mia bella ballerina looks so helpless and upset in her binds, my cum still dried on the inside of her thighs.
I give nothing away as I stride the rest of the way inside and slam the door. In order to finish her punishment, I have to remain stoic, or else I might let the tears glossing her eyes and the tremble of her bottom lip persuade me.
She made the choice to betray me; she broke our vows and the promises we made to each other.
Now she will suffer more of the consequences.
“C-Cael,” she murmurs, sniffling. “Pl-please… let me go.”
“You know better than to ask that, bella. You know what you’ve done wrong.”
“Let me tell you… my side, Cael.”
She’s so upset, she can’t even speak properly. She dissolves into hiccuped cries, the shackles clanging as a sob works its way through her body.
I step toward her, my arms folded behind my back, drinking in the sight of her head to toe. She truly is the most beautiful, most ethereal being I have ever seen. So entrancing even now as she cries in her binds and begs me to understand.
To her, I’m being cruel and vicious. I’m an uncompromising brute.
I see things differently. I think about how I’d trusted her. I’d gone to bed that night convinced the woman I called my wife was truly loyal to me. After all we’d been through, we had fallen in love and grown together.
But Nevaeh and her mother were plotting all along. The first opening she had, she took it.
“Nevi, you know better than to beg me when you have done what you’ve done.”
She sniffles. “W-what do you want?”
My gaze darkens. I’ve stepped close enough to eliminate the gap between us. I lean even closer ’til my mouth is only an inch from hers. “You, mia bella ballerina,” I whisper. “I want you. And I will have you. Are you ready for me?”
I cup her soft, quivering chin and lick at the tears that have spilled onto her lips. I don’t stop there, biting at her jaw and then sucking at the arc of her neck. My hand leaves her chin and roams where it wants to go.
Her delicate, narrow shoulders. Her small, pert breasts… and pebbling nipples.
I explore Nevaeh’s beautifully naked body like I have done many times before, except this time I’m not doing so as her husband. I’m doing so as her tormentor. Her punisher.
The betrayed man who is more furious with her than he can put into words.
But at the same time, I’m driven by my deep, intense lust and primal urges for her.
I crave the feel of her pussy wrapped tight around my cock and the deep quake she gives when she comes.
I want to kiss and lick every fucking inch of her beautifully petite body and then hold her in my arms. Her one true protector.
All these conflicting urges and emotions crash into each other.
They mutate into some toxic, insatiable level of lust where I’m giving in just as much as she is.
My hand travels lower and lower ’til it’s wedging itself between her thighs and cupping her warm, slick, swollen pussy. She pulses against me like a heartbeat.
A little tremor of lust rocks her. I feel it as I suck on her throat and grind the heel of my palm into her.
“Tell me you know you should be punished, bella,” I rumble into her soft, dark skin. “Tell me you want me to stuff my fat fucking cock in your tiny pussy… and other places.”
The mewl she lets out stirs yet another level of hunger inside me.
I dig my palm harder against her, intensifying the friction for her swollen, throbbing pussy. She bucks against my hand, the clanging of her chains bouncing off the walls. She’s trying so desperately to get herself off that her slick arousal coats my palm.
She’s dripping wet.
A grin spreads onto my face as I nip at her neck. “So you are turned on, bella. You like when I’m rough with you. You know you’ve been bad and deserve some consequences. That’s good, because I agree.”
I rub her pussy even harder, eliciting more sharp cries from her.
Unfortunately for her, I have no intention of getting her off. Not yet.
It’s far too soon to reward my bella when she’s been so naughty.
My hand disappears from her pussy as quickly as it appeared. I step around her, unbuckling my pants and eyeing the devices and supplies that have been placed on the table against the far wall.
Nevaeh whimpers my name. “C-Caelian…”
“Shhh, Nevi. The time for you to speak is not now. In fact… let’s fix that.”