Chapter 22 Punishment
Candy swallowed hard at his words. "If that's his world, then I do not regret my decision," she replied with a straight face.
"Hmm, that's a tough decision. One of the enemies is here," Jameson said, shifting his gaze to the two women sitting around the corner.
Candy traced his gaze and found Hannah with Venessa staring in their direction. She quickly averted her gaze.
"T... that's Venessa, the one who was supposed to marry the president," Candy stuttered. What is she doing here?
"Oh, Venessa is like a tiny trash. I'm talking about the woman with her," Jameson said.
"Who is she?"
"Diego's aunt. She must be wondering who you are since Venessa saw you once at Diego's home."
"Then should we pretend we are a couple?" Candy asked.
"Huh?" Jameson raised his brow.
"Here, eat this," Candy said, stabbing a piece of pork with her fork. She stretched her hand to Jameson, gesturing for him to eat.
"There's no need for that."
"Please," Candy blinked cutely, and Jameson sighed. He opened his mouth slowly, took in the food, and chewed gently.
Just as Candy had predicted, Venessa scoffed.
"It seems we got it all wrong," she said to Hannah. "They both seem like a couple." She watched Candy wipe off the small spice on one side of Jameson's lips.
"Hmm, let's leave then. Diego won't lay low to marry such a girl," Hannah said and stood up to leave. Venessa followed.
"It worked," Candy grinned cutely while Jameson only stared at her.
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Diego got home that midnight and found the house empty. Did she leave already? Well, that's her choice. He never expected her to stay longer than three days, but instead, it has been a week.
She must have been fed up with his behavior lately, and he cared less.
Heading towards his room, he heard the sound of loud music coming from Candy's room. Her off-key tone could be heard as she sang along.
"You've got to be kidding me," Diego muttered and stepped towards her room. Opening the door, he swallowed at what she was wearing.
A red nightgown that barely covered half of her thighs, her black hair pinned up, revealing her smooth neck.
In the dimly lit room, she had her back facing him and was swaying her waist seductively to the wild music.
He tilted his head a little, observing every bit of her body. Candy had everything he wanted in a woman, maybe even more.
He found himself stepping towards her and stopped when he was close enough.
Candy hadn't noticed him because she was immersed in the dance. That's one of her talents, and she does this any time she wants to take herself out of the world.
Her back suddenly bumped onto a hard chest, and she froze. Did someone break into the house? Only one way to find out.
She swung her arm backward with the aim of punching the person behind her.
Diego was fast enough to hold her hand. He drew her close to himself, her breasts pressing against his chest.
"Fuck! She smells so nice," he thought.
"Sir? Y... you're back?" she stuttered in shock.
"Yeah, and right now, I want this fabric of yours gone."
"I don't feel good for that..." Candy said.
"Do I look like I care?" He raised his brow.
"You should, 'cause I'm not feeling well. What if I die in your arms?"
"You were dancing so wildly some minutes ago, and you expect me to believe you are not feeling well?" he asked.
"You've not been home for two days and you expect me to let you have your way with me?" She jerked herself away from him.
"That won't happen," she said almost coldly, her eyes daring him to do his worst.
But then the devil's lips curved into a wicked smile. He was definitely going to enjoy this.
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In the next 20 minutes, Candy's hands were cuffed above her head. Her legs were chained.
This devil had dragged her into his room, brought out his equipment, and forcefully chained her down.
"Let me out of here!" She tried to set herself free but to no avail. How the hell does he have all of these? What does he use them for?
Diego came out of the bathroom, water dripping down from his wet hair to his handsome face. He used a towel to clean his hair as he shifted his gaze to the little woman on his bed, gritting her teeth.
She was like a wonderful piece of art to him.
"What are you going to do to me?" she asked.
"You're becoming so daring, little woman. I should let you know you're only mine and no one else's," Diego said, stepping close to her.
"I'm not your property," she stated.
"Yes, you are." He leaned close to her face and smirked. "Have you forgotten the words I said to you on our wedding night? I said I'd own you, and there's no turning back," he whispered.
His finger reached for her exposed thigh, his touch sending tingles all over her, and her fists clenched tight.
"You'll badly want to touch me, Candy. With this, you'll try to set yourself free, at the same time giving yourself bruises on your wrists and ankles. It's your punishment for daring me twice today."
'Gosh! He is so cruel!' Candy swallowed hard. He is really a devil! But she won't apologize.
He hovered over her, devouring her neck. She tried to move, but the chains were stopping her.
He went for his favorite part, her breasts. His mouth took one of them, and he teased her with his tongue and teeth.
She let out a loud moan, her hands itching to touch him. Why does his punishment have to be so cruel?
"Please," she didn't know when those words tore out of her lips.
"Please what?" he stopped and asked.
"Let me go."
'Wrong answer,' he thought to himself and then continued.
She felt his hands on her wet core. She was dripping already. How could her body respond so fast to his touch?
He dipped two fingers into her; her body jolted, and the torture increased. Her body was overwhelmed with pleasure. His lips, eyes, and scent were driving her crazy.
The only thing she could think of was to touch and kiss him hard.
He positioned himself at her entrance and thrust hard into her. She let out a loud cry, trying to get away; he was messing with her hard.
He would draw his face close and made her think he was about to kiss her but then withdraw back.
'Fuck!' Candy cursed inwardly. She needed to set herself free.
Just after her first release, she couldn't take it anymore. She was sweating all over, her wrists hurt, her eyes teary as she breathed hard.
Her mind immediately drifted to the small pin holding her hair. She looked down at the man kissing her navel.
Raising herself up, she reached for the pin and began to free herself slowly without the man's knowledge.
Diego traced his hot kisses up to her neck, his hands roaming around her body and keeping her in place.
She finally succeeded in freeing herself. She reached for his face and slammed her lips deep on his.
Diego had expected this; he wanted to know how long she could take it. He smirked against her lips and kissed her hard while he let her touch him.
'Now, that's my girl,' he thought to himself, proud of what she did.