Evening: Dante returned. This time he made her get on her knees, made her use her mouth. When she refused, he grabbed her hair, forced her.
She bit him.
Not hard enough to do real damage—that would get her killed. But hard enough to hurt.
Dante backhanded her across the face. She tasted blood.
"Bad girl," he said, breathing hard. "Very bad girl."
He spent the next hour punishing her for it.
First, he made her kneel. Hands behind her back, legs spread. Made her hold the position while he circled her, deciding.
"You bit me," he said conversationally. "Drew blood. That requires... escalation."
He grabbed her hair, yanked her head back. Kissed her hard, biting her already split lip until she tasted fresh blood.
"There. Now we match."
He forced her onto the bed, face down. Tied her wr
