Day Thirteen.
Dante returned in a foul mood. Something had gone wrong with his business.
Novalee knew what that meant. Knew what was coming.
"On your knees," he said the moment he walked in. "Collar. Now."
She obeyed. Faster than before. Hoping speed would appease him.
It didn't.
He used her brutally. The collar choking her. The leash yanking her around. His hand in her hair, forcing her down.
When he raped her, it was savage. Angry. Taking out his frustrations on her body.
He yanked the leash hard, choking her until she passed out briefly. When she came to, he was already inside her. Brutal. Dry. No preparation.
He flipped her onto her stomach. Forced her face into the mattress. Used the leash to choke her from behind while he pounded into her.
His nails dug into her back. Scrat
