Chapter 88: Every Dark Secret
Dante’s POV
Fuck, Glanna was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. Helpless, vulnerable, scared, aroused, mine to do with I pleased.
I wanted to crush her against me, to claim that mouth that dared to lie, to kiss her until she forgot her own name My hands ached to trail down her neck, over the softness of her shoulders, to cup her breasts, feel the taut weight of them in my palms, pull at them, tease them, drive her mad with need. I imagined taking one nipple into my mouth, swirling, sucking, until she arched helplessly against me, trembling, moaning, addicted to what only I could give.
My eyes roamed lower. Her stomach was taut, quivering with every fast, shallow breath. The V between her legs was laid bare. I wanted to slip my hand beneath it, to stroke her, to taste her heat, to make her whimper and beg for more. I wanted to discover if her body could betray her mind, if her desire matched the fire raging through me.
I couldn’t touch her, not yet, and that was torture. My fingers twitched, my pulse hammered. My cock throbbed insistently against the restraint of my pants, hard, aching, demanding her, screaming for release. Every nerve in my body screamed at me to break, to take, to overwhelm her completely.
But I couldn’t. Not yet. Not today.
Today was about punishment. About discipline. About breaking her down until she confessed every dark thought and secret to me. About teaching her that lying to me, defying me, had consequences she wouldn’t forget.
Even if it killed me to resist.
“Dante, please…” Her voice broke, tears slipping down her cheeks.
The sight of her crying should have cooled my desire. Instead, it sparked something primal deep inside me. I wanted to wipe those tears away. Wanted to make her cry for another reason, pleasure so intense she couldn’t stop it.
I ignored her plea and walked to the table where a few items were laid out. My fingers brushed over them slowly, knowing she was watching, knowing the waiting would make her tense
“We’re going to try.this again,” I picked up the flat wooden paddle. “I ask the questions. You respond with the truth. Only the truth.”
I turned to face her, tapping the paddle lightly against my palm. The quick smack echoed through the room, breaking the silence. Her body flinched at the sound. I did it again, harder this time, the sting biting into my skin. Perfect. I wanted her to imagine that same sting against hers.
“Do you understand?” I asked softly, stepping close enough for her to see how hard I was for her.
“Yes,” she whispered, her eyes fixed on the paddle, wide with fear and want.
“Yes, what?” I pressed, dragging the edge of the paddle along her collarbone. Goosebumps followed its path.
She swallowed, her voice barely holding. “Yes… Don…”
A faint smile touched my lips as I lowered the paddle, tracing the curve of her breast through the lace. “Good girl. Now, let’s start over.”
I slid the paddle across her hardened nipple, watching her gasp and arch helplessly.
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“How long have you been planning your escape, Gianna?“–
She swallowed hard, her body trembling beneath the paddle’s path. “A few days…”
A few days? No fucking way.
She knew the exact blind spots of the cameras, had mapped timing, routes, weaknesses in my security. That kind of knowledge didn’t come from a few days of casual observation.
It had to be longer, much longer.
I smirked and moved behind her. So she wanted to see how far I would go. Fine. I’d show her exactly how far I could push.
Without warning, I brought the paddle down across her ass with a firm slap.
“Ouch!” The sound burst from her lips, her body jerking forward in the restraints. But even as she cried out, I saw it, the way her back arched slightly, the way her breathing deepened, the way her thighs clenched.
Desire.
Not just mine. Hers too.
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My cock throbbed painfully at the realization. She was responding, her body betraying what her mind might deny.
I struck again, this time on the other cheek, watching the flesh bounce beneath the impact. The sound, wood against skin, was intoxicating.
She gasped, head tilting back, and I couldn’t tell if it was pain or pleasure driving the reaction. Probably both.
My own body was on fire. Every nerve ending felt electrified. Watching her ass redden under my attention, seeing her arch and strain against the restraints with each stroke, it was the most erotic thing I’d ever witnessed.
I struck again, harder this time, and felt her entire body shudder.
“Dante, please…” Her voice was breathy, desperate.
“I won’t stop until you tell me the truth,” I demanded. I brought the paddle down again, watching her arch beautifully with the impact, her body reaching for the sting and the pleasure at the same time.
Another strike. Then another. Each one making her gasp, making her move in ways that had my control slipping
fast.
The red marks spread across her skin were mesmerizing. The way she moved, I could feel my breathing grow ragged.
“I’ve been planning my escape for weeks!” she gasped, voice trembling. “Weeks, okay? Not days. Weeks.”
I paused, satisfaction and dark arousal flooding through me in equal measure.
“Was that so difficult…” I murmured, stepping closer. My free hand traced over the marks I’d left, rubbing and caressing her heated skin. I massaged the sting, letting my fingers linger, soothing the pain while my mind raced over her confession. Weeks. She’d been deceiving me for weeks.
She shivered under my touch, the warmth radiating from her reddened flesh driving me further.
“Now,” I said, my voice dropping low as I stepped in front of her again. “That day in the dining room, when you said you would submit, when you claimed you’d accepted your role…” I paused, watching her face carefully. “It
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was all a lie, wasn’t it?”
She swiped her tongue across her bottom lip, wetting it nervously.
That simple gesture ignited fire through my veins. Innocent, but it made me want to claim that mouth, bite that lip, taste her until she forgot how to lie.
“Not… everything…” she whispered.
Liar.
Without warning, I pressed the paddle between her legs, striking the sensitive area through the thin scrap of lace.
Her reaction was immediate. Pleasure shot through her. I could see it in the way her entire body jerked, in the way her eyes went wide and dark, in the breathy gasp that escaped her lips.
“That was the truth,” she gasped, voice trembling.
I studied her flushed face, pupils dilated, every nerve of hers alive under my gaze. My own arousal pulsed hot, but I forced myself to focus.
“Not entirely.” I brought the paddle up again, resting it against her inner thigh. The weight of it, the threat, pressed against her skin. “Because we both know that the entire act was a lie, to win my trust, to make me lower my guard. Isn’t that true?”
I watched her, savoring every gasp, every subtle shift of her body, the way her breath came in short pants. She was exquisite like this, trapped between fear and desire, between truth and her manipulative games.
Her body swayed slightly in the restraints, and I could read the struggle across her face. She had no choice now, place left to hide.
“Yes…you’re right…,” she finally whispered, the admission seeming to deflate her slightly.
The word hung between us. My jaw clenched as the reality of her deception settled in. She had played me, looked me in the eyes and lied convincingly enough that I had almost trusted her.
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Beneath my anger, though, there was something else. Respect, maybe. She had nearly pulled it off. Would have, if she hadn’t been caught.
“I know you couldn’t have planned this escape on your own.” I brought the paddle to trace down the center of her body, the tip just brushing her skin. “Tell me, who helped you escape?”
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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
