SMACK!

"Oh god, Zade!" I screamed, trying to get away, but he held my head down to keep me positioned.

SMACK!

"Ngh—!"

"Do you know why I’m doing this...?"

Now he asked that?! This fucking psycho!

I fought more, but it earned me nothing as violent pain and pleasure exploded through me.

"You bought toys... as though your husband wouldn’t notice. Such a naughty wife!"

SMACK!

"Ahh—I-I didn’t use them!" A sob wrecked from me.

SMACK!

SMACK!

SMACK!

SMACK!

SMACK!

SMACK!

My knees buckled, and I dropped to the floor, trying to calm my trembling body as I came through a shameless release.

I didn’t know which horrified me more, the thought I had given in to him or cumming from a fucking spank.

I felt his hand against my jaw, his breath close to my face, harsh and unstable.

"Now go get ready... we have an opera to attend." I felt his thumb wipe my tears away tenderly. "And you, little kitten, are my darling wife who can’t get enough of her husband, so I suggest you act like it. I want this night to be perfect."

I could tell this snake was smirking as he said the next words.

"Or better yet... don’t. Gives me an excuse to make your ass bleed next time. Because it’ll be taking the belt."

I shuddered as his lips brushed mine as if to brand them in his own twisted way.

"Your beautiful ass is gonna take it all for me. Yes?"

"..."

He sneered, taking his hand off. I heard his retreating footsteps next. I’m left stuck in the dark, sobbing, pussy throbbing, ass burning like lava.

Screw him!

I picked up what was left of me, using the light source from my bedroom to navigate my way out.

With jelly legs, I walked straight to my shower, taking off my silk shirt, setting the water to the cold. I spent two hours there before I had a grasp of myself.

After showering, I wiped the coldness off the mirror with my palm to stare at my reflection.

Good thing I didn’t dare look at myself before my shower, because God knows I’d have punched the fucking mirror.

I silenced my thoughts, knowing that listening to whatever was in my head was not a good idea right now. I dried up, wrapped my body in a silk robe, and left my room.

I made my way back to the dressing room, everything already organized.

"Oh mon Dieu! Time, time, time. The legs just keep moving without us. Where is our muse—" Juliette caught sight of me, and relief washed over her. "I’m not losing my job today! Where have you been?"

"Something called skincare," I replied more bratty than I intended.

My irritation had already worked its way toward the surface, and it wasn’t going down any time soon.

Juliette paused. "Mademoiselle, you look off. You’re—"

"I’m fine..." I walked to the vanity and sat down, a drilling pain through me, and I almost leaped off the seat.

Juliette gave me a questioning look, and my cheeks burned from embarrassment.

Calm down, Ana! She obviously doesn’t know what happened.

"Well then..." I cleared my throat. "We’re short on time, aren’t we? My skincare routine took longer than expected."

Now it seemed like I was trying to convince myself and not her—Don’t think, Ana! Focus.

"Oui! But a woman never gets ready on time." She giggled. "So as planned, going for something softer, to charm the—"

"No..." I cut her off, staring at myself in the mirror. "Make me..." I lingered as I clenched my fist. "Drop them dead."

It took a while before a grin crept on her lips widely. "Girls! Change of plans..." She signaled them. "We’re gonna commit murder."

~☆~

My stilettos echoed as I walked the hallway, closing in on the entrance when I caught a glimpse of myself in the decorative mirror nearby.

I couldn’t recognize myself, and that was exactly what I wanted.

I don’t want to be myself.

My dark hair was swept in an elegant updo, with loose curled strands framing my face. My makeup was the true masterpiece, a pronounced glam makeup, defined lashes, and warm nude lips.

My jewelry was a pearl necklace paired with matching drop earrings.

As for my dress... courtesy of Maxine. It was a fitted ivory satin gown with a structured corset-style bodice and a sweetheart neckline. There was a dramatic black ribbon strap tied into a bow on the shoulders, paired with long black opera gloves, for that vintage look.

The dress also had a high slit, revealing the black stockings and glossy black pointed-toe stiletto heels with bows at the back.

Having once again taken in my look, I found strength and walked out the door, descending the stairs as I kept my eyes trained on Zade in the middle of a call.

He was annoyingly good-looking in that tailored black double-breasted suit with a crisp white dress shirt and black tie, giving him a sharp and powerful look.

When I took the last flight of stairs, his eyes fell on me, and I almost lost my balance.

The last thing that was going to happen tonight.

He have ruined me completely in that closet, so I’m gonna show him the effects were equivalent to nothing.

Zade took the phone off his ear, drinking in the sight of me from head to toe in a ravenous way. I was convinced he was gonna eat me alive.

"Hope I’m not too late, sweetheart."

His lips twitched, and I couldn’t tell if he wanted to smile or laugh. In fact, I can’t fucking read him except for those hungry gazes that were becoming infectious.

"I made a mistake..." he murmured.

"Excuse me?"

"I shouldn’t have let you wear that dress... it should’ve been for my viewing only."

"Don’t be greedy."

"Greedy?"

"We’d better not keep the public waiting... or do you intend to make us more late than we already are?"

"Fashionable late is a perfect headline." He stepped away, and the car door lifted upward in a smooth, winged motion.

I stepped close to get in.

"Let’s not forget the important addition of the evening."

My eyes shot to Zade instantly, and he took out a wearable vibrator.

"What’s wrong, kitten?"

That was from the sex toys! What the heck?