BLOOD LEGACIES
Chapter 407: Hurt Me

Chapter 407: Hurt Me

A\N: Song For The Background ~ Heartbeat By Isabel LaRosa

What happened next was the least punishment I expected, a hard hit on my ass, the sound echoed in the room, and a sharp pain flooded through me. I would have singled it out as JUST a hit but it wasn’t, it hurt so bad that I almost spilled tears.

I was always a sucker for pain.

"What did you think would happen when you came?"

Another hit and I bit my lip from making any sound, hard enough that I tasted my own blood.

"With your fucking eyes on me?"

Each hit got harsher and I gave up trying to stay silent, a groaned left Dace and he palmed my stinging ass which was no doubt red before striking it again making me scream slightly.

"You’re making me slip out of control every moment, crashing my engagement and looking like a fucking goddess"

He thinks I look like a goddess?

Another hit came and it was getting harder to breathe between sobs and pain.

"S-Stop-"

I couldn’t finish because another came and then another almost like he was taking his anger out on me.

"S-Stop it hurts!"

"Oh yeah?" he massaged my sore ass and a moan left me, the moment it did I regretted it.

"Your body says otherwise"

I froze like ice as his large hand slid all the way to my clit and rubbed against me, spreading the wetness that was strangely there.

I’m not enjoying this, am I?

"Just look at how wet you’re and dripping down my pants"

Oh God!

"Sto-"

Another hit and the force caused my forehead to find the seat of the couch and my ass raised more into the air, my robe and my negligee piling up to my waist.

"Fuck" Dace groaned and it caused the wetness to flood more. Hearing him moan was like fuel to a fire burning inside me, a heat that was taking into my cold skin and melting every ice I have felt for years.

He palmed my ass again and squeezed onto it so tightly that I hissed and another hit came. He was merciless with his advances.

"Were you planning to escape with HIM?!"

He was talking about Grayson.

"You should have!" the anger, the lust dripping from his tone was causing my body to tremble. "Because right now, there is no escape from me Emmaline, you’re going fucking nowhere, war or no war"

"Y-You can’t keep me here forever"

"Do you still doubt what I’m fucking capable of?"

God knows I don’t and that is what scares me.

A dark chuckle came from him as he squeezed my ass once again and I knew what was coming but I wasn’t sure how much I could take because it was suddenly not about the pain anymore but something building since the very first impact.

Pleasure.

"Never underestimate me, Emmaline, don’t make that mistake"

Another hit, then another, another and it went on and on. Instead of screams of pain, it became a breathtaking moan, a constriction in my chest, and the wetness dripping down my thighs. He didn’t touch my clit again and I really wish he will, to feel his rough hands rubbing against me.

Dace desires me, THIS Dace desires me and I knew that now, maybe I do too but this was not something both of us could handle, it was still the same cycle, a cycle of the forbidden and I know how that ends.

It ends with blood on the line.

His smacks stopped and it was only the sound of my heavy breathing and sobs, my face wet with tears and even breathing blew on my hair now messy around my face.

I yelped when he suddenly released me from my position and set me to sit on his lap, it was so fucking painful and I knew my ass will take days to heal after what he just did, releasing all his anger and sexual frustration with a very hit.

My beating heart stilled when I caught his lethal look now visible from the moonlight glow. Why does he look so fucking handsome, with his messy raven hair falling on his eyebrow giving him a wild untamed look just like his dark golden eyes, his defined cheekbones, and sharp jawline.

The heavy rise and fall of his chest matched my own. No words were said, just eyes looking and trying to read the other but none of us offered to let our walls down in spite of the sexual tension hanging in the air.

He pulled my hair covering part of my face and fisted it in his hand behind, his other hand came to my neck, and by instinct, I wanted to pull away but he held me tightly and rubbed his thumb harshly on the healing wound there, causing me to hiss in pain.

"Now... tell me who fucking did this to you?!" Each tone laced with venom slicing through me.

Something tells me he has spotted this wound before, but it can’t be at the party, right? Yes, he paid attention but not that much right? I made sure I used my hair to cover it.

"Emmaline" he adds with clenched teeth.

But I remained silent.

"Fucking tell me!"

"Does it matter?" My voice was a whisper. "You took me away from my home and brought me to a house full of werelions ready to rip me to pieces"

"No one lays hand on you except me"

"Yes no one lays a hand on your pawn"

He narrowed his eyes before pulling me close with a yank until his breath flushed against my features. I could smell his aftershave and traces of cigarettes.

"Who hurt you" His voice was less harsh than earlier, almost like he was trying to calm his anger. "Speak or else my next hit will hurt and I won’t stop even if you beg me to"

I gulped knowing he would keep true to his words.

"The one who stood beside you at the party"

A pause came from him and it was calm and lethal before he inhaled and exhaled sharply. The air is heavy and thick.

Dace suddenly stood up and carried me in his arms. Silence followed as I curled in his arms like a little trembling rabbit.

Was it from fear? Not really just the aftermath of his assault on my poor ass.

I will get him back for that, he can’t hurt me and take pleasure as he pleases but I wasn’t so sure he wanted to take pleasure, he wanted answers and he was angry I came to his engagement and that I wanted to escape again.

He would have asked nicely but I guess that was not on his card, this Dace isn’t nice and he only takes by force and torture but instead, he choose to spank me rather than torture me.

Why?

No one needed to tell me because he gave me the easy way, a painfully stimulating way. I don’t know what came over me but I felt like understanding this Dace, not the Dace from my past who was all caring and loving and sometimes beastly, this very Dace that knew nothing but control and pain, a hunger for blood and the leader of a vast werelion family.

Just how much has he gone through with this part of him over the years?

Feeling the soft texture of the bed I snapped out of my thoughts. His hand pulled my hair backward just as a gesture. He shifted to move but I quickly gripped his shirt stopping him.

"Please... Don’t hurt Grayson, please" my eyes were heavy and I can’t stop them from closing, the exhaustion closing in on me, I haven’t had a wink of sleep for days.

His jaw ticks and I suddenly regret speaking because the moment he set his eyes on me I rethink everything.

"The more you beg for him the more I wanna kill him"