Gabriel flips me onto my stomach and lifts up my dress, spanking me hard on my backside. I can’t stop myself from screaming. With a growl, he grabs my underwear and pulls it down, spanking me skin to skin. It hurts even more this way.
“Please,” I beg. “Please.”
“I told you to never come in here. You weren’t supposed to see that.”
“But why?” I sob. “Please, just tell me. Stop pushing me away.”
“Why?” His hand stills, giving me some relief. “So you can use that photo against me? I am in control. Not you.”
“Who are they? Please, just tell me. Open up to me. It’s not to control you.”
“I don’t believe you, baby. You’re a good girl but right now, you’re very, very bad.” He spanks me again, even harder this time. I doubt I’ll be able to sit down for a week after this.
“Please. Just stop. I’m sorry. I’m sorry!”
He pulls his hand away. “No one is allowed in here.”
“I’m your wife. Am I not allowed to know you?”
He’s quiet. With my face against the mattress, I don’t know what he looks like to know what he’s thinking.
“Why did you come in here?” he asks.
“Because I want to know more about you. You don’t give me anything. You only confuse me more. I just want to know the man I married to. You’re never going to let me go. I wanted to know the man I am bound to forever.”
“You’re not trying to use it against me?”
I frown. “How would I use it against you? I don’t even know who those people are.” I pause, waiting for an answer and when it doesn’t come, I speak again. “Are they your family? Is that you as a little boy in that photo?”
“Yes,” he says in a gruff voice.
“Where are they? You’ve never mentioned your family before.”
“You don’t get to know everything, Aurora.” He settles his hand onto my sore backside. “You’re my wife, yes. But you’re still my plaything. You are nothing to me.”
I suck in a sharp breath as the sting of his words hit me. “If I am nothing to you, then why did you kill George last night? I thought it was to protect me.”
His scoff is hard. “It wasn’t to protect you. I am a possessive man. I just didn’t want what belongs to me to be touched by another man.”
Tears slip out of my eyes.
“Why are you crying?” he asks in a tone I can’t decipher.
“Because you are so cold.”
Gabriel doesn’t respond for a long moment. The only sound in the room is my soft sniffles.
“Your pretty little ass is all red,” he murmurs, running his hand along my backside. “I spanked you good. I’m sure it hurt.”
“Of course it hurt,” I snap.
“So if it hurt, why are you wet?” He slips his fingers lower, brushing my folds. My hips jerk up and a gasp escapes me. I didn’t even realize my body responded to his touch and yet, here it is. Arousal flits through my lower body. I bury my head into the mattress to forget the shame working its way through me.
“You can try to deny it,” he says, sliding his fingers along my folds. When he brushes against my nub, my hips grind down into his hand. The laugh that leaves him is a little sadistic. “But you like it when I touch you, don’t you, baby?” He rubs his finger along my clit, flicking it and bringing my body to fire.
“What are you doing to me?” I whisper.
He cups my entire pussy, running his hand along it. In this position, his hand brushes against my sore lower backside. “You like this, don’t you? Tell me. Be my good girl and tell me.”
