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Amelia's POV
After I looked after his wounds, I returned the first aid box and sat beside him on the bed.
His eyes were glued to my body and I shoved, folding my arms across my chest. He looked up when I did this and shifted closer to me.
"Do you know what you are?" He asked, moving his fingers up to brush away some locks of my hair which had been dampened with sweat.
I knitted my brows in confusion, wondering what he meant. What else was I supposed to be?
Nothing but his slave who would be stuck with him for life!
"W...what do you mean?" I asked, chuckling to at least ease the tension that built up inside of me.
"You….are a witch, Amelia." He whispered and my face lit up in astonishment. Has he gone crazy? What was that?
"W...what the fuck are you saying?"
His fingertips crawled up my stomach and I trembled a bit at the tingling of his touch. His touch was smooth and it sent shivers down my spine.
What was he doing?
I have a bad feeling about all of this. Would this lead to a new punishment?
"W...what…" he grabbed my boobs, kneading them softly. I shut my mouth, watching him like a fool. My lips were sealed, zipped.
Gosh. This...is toxic.
He was a demon yet he knew how to melt me in every fucking way.
"You….are a witch pulled out from Fantasyland. You are...full of spells." He rasped and pinched my nipples hard. I bit my bottom lip, my hand crawling up his face.
"This is not the time for something steamy, you...are still bruised. The wounds won't let you bang me."
He let out a soft chuckle and grabbed me, making me sit on his laps.
I gasped as my boobs slapped his bandaged chest.
"Do you really plan to kill yourself?" I scolded him, my voice laced with worry. Fear gripped me. The wounds might escalate. They might... eat deeper.
"Every spell you have casted on me so far just….wants me to punish you more." He said in hushed whispers and pushed my back to lay on the bed slowly.
"What...what are you doing?" My senses were almost slipping away again and I struggled to hold them steady as this man's touch was doing alot to my soul.
"Isn't this what you wanted?" He bit my earlobe and I bury my face in my palms, cussing. "Did you only strip naked just to make me listen to you or you're trying to pass one information I was yet to get, uh?" He purred and held his ear, pulling it hard.
"No!" I yelled in his face. "I don't want anything." I lied through my teeth. That was before when he hasn't pinched my tits. I didn't want anything when he hasn't touched my boobs!
"I just...I just want you to get off me and get a shirt." I insisted and tried to push him away but he held me firm, pinning me down the bed once again.
"Let's sin, amoretto." He placed a kiss on my cleavages, sucking my tits next.
I gulped down nothing, trying so hard not to moan but it was inevitable. His tongue was one weapon he used against me that keeps me on my knees, begging for more.
"You don't want to be banged?"
I shook my head. "no."
"What do you want then?" He puts on a smile or was it a knowing smile? He was waiting for me to counter my own words and change my mind.
"I know your head might be empty right now and you might not know the consequences of leaning on me like that when you're wounded like this." I rolled my eyes at him and raised my finger but he held and shoved it in his mouth, sucking it.
"Hmm…" he moans and I wonder what pleasure he was getting from that.
What…. what's this? Why was he trying so hard to make me spread my legs?
I pulled my finger out of his mouth and hid my hands behind me.
"Pretty." He licked his lips, a satisfied grin on his face. I traced his gaze and that was when I realised my boobs were shot out even more than before.
Shit! I'm just so tactless. I quickly pulled my hands away from my back and sat up.
"Do you know what you need right now, Don DeMarco?"
Surprise washed over his face as I call him by his last name and this made me chuckle.
"You need a break." I said, poking the tip of his nose. "You can't bang me like this." I gestured towards his chest, frowning at the sight of his blood. He's just so stupid and needed someone to lecture him.
I knew him. He wasn't a kind man when it comes to sex. He doesn't trust slow and steady like Mr Tortoise. He's a bad guy.
The wounds I've stitched might just break open and he would be a bloody mess.
"What brought about these wounds?" I asked, escaping his grip and picking up one of his shirts from the wardrobe. "Besides when are you going to get me some wears since you insist I shouldn't go back to my room?"
He sighed and stood up, grabbing his shirt from me. "Don't wear that. It definitely look like the cloth is wearing you and not otherwise."
I scoffed, hitting him on his arm. "Are you trying to say that I'm small?"
"You sure are, excluding those big boobs and round ass though." He smirked and threw another shirt in me. I caught it, flashing a scowl at him.
All his clothes were big but this would fit better.
"Amelia." He called after some seconds of silence. I looked up and he moved closer, holding my waist. Our gaze locked for a moment and as I looked into his eyes, the monster in him seemed to have disappeared.
"Stay away from trouble and stop searching for what's not lost." He said and claimed my lips in a gentle rhythm.