Chapter 103 Prove your Loyalty
Serena's POV
He didn't let me finish, he rushed at me, forcing the words back into my throat.
His hand wrapped around my neck before his scent hit me.
And I didn't know myself before I felt my legs dangling in the air.
I choked and struggled as I could, pinching his hand and hitting it as hard as I could.
But it was no use, his hand was stiff as rock and he paid no attention to my struggles.
“Dante, please,” I choked out as I felt breath leaving my lungs.
“Tell me why I shouldn't strangle you to death right now,” he snarled, looking merciless.
“I'm sorry,” I choked out, feeling my strength leaving my body.
“You ungrateful bitch,” he spat out. “After everything I've been through to save your sorry ass, you still have the audacity to run,” he added and sounded genuinely angry.
I felt a pang of pain as I knew he didn't deserve to be treated the way I treated him.
He had lost a lot, and was still staking a lot to make sure I got free from Luca.
Running away sounds ungrateful.
But at this point, my hand dropped from his hand to my side weakly.
“Dante—plea—”
I felt like that was it, but he tossed me onto the bed before I could finally give up.
I immediately gasped for as much air as I could take.
I sat up as much as I could and struggled for air.
It took a while before I finally steady my breathing, but the skin around my neck where he had grabbed burned from his forceful grip.
I looked up to find him pacing around the room with a hand on his waist and the other in his hair.
I immediately felt terrible for what I did.
“Dante, I'm sorry,” I muttered.
He didn't respond, so I continued. “I actually went for a test, the result of the test is on—”
“Save me that bull crap!” He yelled, cutting me off. “We both know why you stepped out of this house, the stupid test was just a silly cover,” he added angrily.
I gulped as he was right, but I wouldn't dare admit that to him now.
“I'm serious, let me get the resu—”
He pushed me back down to the bed as I tried to stand to my feet to get the result from the table.
“Just shut the fuck up, like shut the actual fuck up!” He yelled, running a hand through his hair.
I laid back down on the bed, folding up under his rage.
I had never seen him this angry in my direction since I got here. For a second, a plot second, I feared for my life.
“You disgust me!” He yelled, and for the first time since he started blowing up on me, I actually felt hurt.
I felt hurt, not cause I knew he meant it, or that it was the truth, it hurt cause he threw all these at me while all I wanted was freedom.
It hurt cause he's making a vile creature out of someone who just wants to be treated like every other person.
“Dante,” I muttered, feeling the weight of his words.
“To hell with your feelings!” He shouted and kicked the air, spinning around dramatically and walking towards the window.
I didn't know when the tears began to stream down my cheeks, but before I could stop it, I was sobbing visibly.
But he didn't see me, he was too busy looking out the window to notice that I'd lost it at the mercy of his words.
He was too busy worrying over his losses to notice how much he'd hurt me.
And like the breeze cooled him down, he spoke up again, but softer this time.
“Were you really going to run away?” He asked slowly.
“I went for the te—”
“Tell me the truth, nothing but the truth,” he cut in.
I didn't know what else to say so I kept mute.
He must have taken that to be a yes cause he spoke up again when I didn't.
“Why?” He asked.
I hesitated, not sure what he was asking.
“Why are you running away from me?” He asked but didn't give me a chance to speak.
“I thought I've done enough to earn your loyalty,” he muttered again.
“I'm sorry, I really am. You've done more than enough,” I replied carefully.
“I don't believe you,” he said and turned back to me, walking and stopping a foot away from the bed. “Prove it,” he added and I knew exactly what he meant.
I've seen this script before, I know how this story goes. Prove your loyalty by being my bitch, that's the simplest way to put it.
So I dropped to my knees slowly, wiped the tears off my face and leaned forward, reaching for his shorts.
I ran my hand over it, carefully massaging it till I could feel his hardness through his trousers.
I took it as my apology, my only lifeline to still breathe the air by his side.
So I reach over and put my lips over his dick through his trousers, playing with it and teasing him.
He remained firm, standing without showing any weakness.
When I was satisfied, I leaned back and slowly brought down his zipper, unbuckling his trousers and releasing his dick.
It shot out, nearly hitting me in my face.
I looked up at him with my tear stained face, and he was already staring right at me.
No sympathy behind his eyes.
So I turned away, carefully putting a hand around his cock and running a hand over it as his legs shook slightly.
I parted my lips slowly and took in his full length immediately.
He placed a hand on my head as my head went back and forth with his dick between my lips.
He pushed into me too, forcing gags out of me like he was punishing me.
"Faster!" He yelled in a rough voice. "Show daddy that you're a good little bitch."
Against all my reasoning, I pushed harder, working him faster according to his instructions.
I took him deeper, forcing my mouth to take more than it could as I worked for his satisfaction.
He groaned again as his grip on my head loosened slightly.
"Fuck you, Serena. You're fucking crazy," he groaned as I worked him faster.
His breathing grew ragged. I felt powerful and powerless at the same time.
Then, out of nowhere, he pulled free, leaving my mouth suffering the effects.
But from the look in his eyes, I knew he wasn't done with me, not by a long shot.