Chapter 30
thirty
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Mascara streaked down her cheeks, her eyes red with tears, her jaw set in defiance, she was an exquisite cock trap and all her face needed, was my cum smeared over it.
I’d given her that and what a fucking sight. The knowledge had me muttering an unconscious, “beautiful.”
“Screw you,” she seethed.
A deep chuckle bellowed out of me. Fuck, I’d encountered defiant woman but not like my stunning doctor. Beauty, brains and every fucking thing in between, she had it all.
“I intend to. But only when you to beg me to. For now, I’m enjoying your rebellion.” I hardly cared for a woman’s consent when it came to fucking her yet something about my little fox wanted her to submit of her own free will. Maybe I wanted to break that unbending sass into tiny little pieces.
“Never!”
“You seem to like that word, don’t you?” I slid off her. “Let’s prove you wrong, shall we?” While I waited for her willing surrender, it didn’t stop me from seeking other pleasures with her body. I retrieved the backpack I left near the door and pulled out a leg spreader.
She lifted her head, watching me. “What are you doing?”
“Punishing you.”
She kicked out when I tried to grab her ankle. I wrestled her legs to the bed and clicked the spreader into place. Frustrated, she dropped her head back to the pillow, her eyes glazed with unshed tears. “Punishing me? I did nothing wrong.”
“Hmm.” I grinned, lifting her thighs to slide a firm pillow under her ass, angling her pussy upward. “Let’s settle with mouthing off in front of people and the slap. Work for you?”
“Nothing you didn’t deserve,” she retorted, her sarcasm stirring my cock.
“Nobody disrespects me, little fox, not even a pussy I want to fuck.”
“You’re sick.”
“We’ve already established that.”
Her eyes widened when she noticed me pull out and prep a syringe. “No.” She shook her head. “Don’t you dare, Remo. I’m a doctor…I…What’s that for?” Her voice shook.
“Local anesthetic.” I gave it a soft tap.
“You’re not injecting me with anything,” she ranted, twisting her body when I moved to her arm.
Smiling, I looked down at her, loving the angry flush to her skin, debating whether to sedate her or not.
I enjoyed pain, enjoyed watching people suffer and relished a woman’s pleas, what I was about to do now though, required her surprise, her anger, her defiance more than the pleasure of her pain.
Giving it no further thought, I held her hand down and stuck the needle in her.
Silence followed a moment longer before she begged, “please.”
“Please what?”
“Whatever it is you’re planning, don’t do it,” she whispered, her expression a sweet submission I liked.
“What do you have to offer in return?”
Dejection slumped her shoulders. “Anything.”
Hmm. I licked my lips. “What you don’t realize, little fox, is I’m going to take everything whether you offer it or not.”
“Ass…hole,” her words slurred as the sedation took effect. Another second and her eyes closed.
My hand dived into my backpack again, retrieving a tattoo machine I’d used on myself plenty and set it on the nightstand. Satisfied, she wasn’t waking up, I set to work. The sweet buzz of the tattoo machine filled the ward a few minutes later and I smiled, anticipating her reaction.
Thirty minutes later, I stood back to admire my handiwork. “My pretty little fox,” I hummed. “You’re all mine now.”
While I waited for her to come to, I packed everything away, took out my phone and stood at the door. Another ten minutes and the ding of the elevator drew my attention as a security guard stepped off. When he saw me, he paused, opened his mouth to say something just before recognition dawned.
“Mr. Rossi?” He neared me. “Is everything alright?”
I smiled, holding out my hand. It took a second for him to notice the hundred-dollar bill. “You didn’t see me here tonight?”
“Yes, Mr. Rossi.” He took the bill. “Thank you and have a good evening.” He tipped his head at me and walked off.
I re-entered the room as Ishika came to. She glanced around for a moment, blinking a few times before her eyes landed on me. “What did you do to me?” she slurred instead of yelling.
Moving closer, I held out a glass of water. “Drink?”
She narrowed her eyes at me, but her dry throat won out and she allowed me to feed her, gulping down the entire cup without pausing for a breath.
Not even a second after swallowing, she opened her mouth, then winced.
“Oh, my God, why does it hurt.” She wriggled her ass, then lifted her head to look down at her now covered pussy, confusion clouding her features. “What did you do, Remo?”
I shrugged, keeping my expression neutral despite the amusement curling in my chest. “Gave you a keepsake.”
“A what?” she asked, her eyes narrowing into slits of suspicion.
“You said you didn’t belong to me and now you do.” At her frown, I held a mirror above her pussy and gently slid down the waistband of her pants, having removed her panty and exposed the fresh ink, stark against her pale flesh.
Silence reigned briefly, before recognition dawned, her eyes widening as she went full tilt. “Oh, my God, you scarred me!” she shrieked, the sound tearing through the quiet room.
Fuck, her rage was a turn on of note, sparking heat low in my stomach as I grinned. “Correction. I marked you.”
“Marked me?” She fought the belt, her muscles straining against the restraint. “You ass! You insane, screwed up psycho!”
Her chest rose and fell in rapid pants, her mouth screaming words I didn’t think existed in any uncouth dictionary. Italian, French, Russian, a language I assumed was some Indian dialect, flowed from her lips in a venomous torrent.
When her shouts choked down to nothing but raspy croaks, she glared at me, her breath hitching in her throat. “You are so dead, Mr. Rossi.”
I let out a loud laugh, the authenticity of the sound unfamiliar as I watched her struggle. “You?” I pointed a finger, my shoulders jerking with mirth.
She scowled, her gaze burning hot holes through me. “Laugh all you want, but I promise you, I will kill you.”
Anyone listening to her right now, would believe the vengeance in her words. “Well, little fox, I’m intrigued to find out just how indulgent your threats are.” I stepped closer and untied her hands.
Face flushed a deep red, she rubbed blood back into her wrists, her eyes never leaving mine. “Remember my threat, Remo, you’re going to fall for me. Hard.” With that, she grabbed the half empty bottle of oil I’d neglected to pack and threw it at me, with surprising aim.
Laughing hard, I sidestepped the bottle but couldn’t avoid the oil spill completely, the slick liquid soaking into my shirt, though after the night I’d had, it didn’t bother me in the slightest.
“I washed you down and changed you into–” I didn’t get to finish because she was off the bed and racing for me, her movements unexpectedly fast.
Another laugh spilled out of me as I let her chase me to the stairway. Ultimately, it was her no doubt painful pussy where I’d tattooed my name that had halting and limping back to the room, still glaring at me over her shoulder.
Fuck, I was going to enjoy playing with this fox.