All Chapters of The Don's Runaway Bride: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Even with my pleas, Aria remained stubborn. Her ass was now completely red, a beautiful painting of painful welts. I caressed them gently with my thumb and she hissed in pain. “You know what I want. Say it or I’ll keep going.”Fresh tears deposited at the corner of her eye and rushed down her cheeks. I scooped them up with a finger and suck them into my mouth, not willing to waste even one drop. I lifted the belt. “I won’t...” Aria started.I stopped instantly. My hand remained frozen by her barely audible interruption. And I waited. Three seconds... Six... Eight. Twelve. The belt connected with the top of her thighs this time. She jolted and screamed, falling limply back against the bed. “I won’t run away from you again,” she finally whispered. Tired, in pain, traumatized. Victory erupted in my veins. I tossed the belt to the side of the bed and released her wrists, flipping her over in my arms. She cried out when her welted ass came into contact with my

The reality of what Pietro did stared at me. He wanted to frighten the hell out of me before he finally carried out his plans. There were chains dangling from the ceiling and from the wall of the room. There were about two racks with sets of whips and canes of different sizes on display. I had no idea whips came in different shapes and designs. There were whips like that of horses, ones that were twisted to form a thick twist, ones that were braided with their tips ending in fringe leather. There was another glass rack that contained vibrators of various types, shapes, and sizes. One of the vibrators was shaped like a hand. An agonized laughter escaped my lips. Pietro Eppolito is indeed a fucking sadist. A sadist with a fucking sense of humor. There was a bed that looked like the type I'd seen in the hospital during my appointments at the family planning unit. Then, a sink was by the side, and a cart was next to it with a neatly folded stack of towels. "Pietro, you are a monst

"Three." Pietro struck the left cheek. I was feeling every blow as a lightning strike that would never end until eternity. I wailed my heart out, desperately pulling and grabbing at the chains. "Stop." The survival part of my brain pleaded. I couldn't throw my hands out to block the blows. Neither could I run away. All I had was my mouth to let out pitiful, weak, useless pleas that would do nothing but fall on deaf ears. Another crack across the left cheek. "Eight." "Stop, stop, stop." My voice rose higher and higher until it became nothing but a helpless squeak. I was sobbing, gulping for air. When he struck my ass again, I thought I was going to die. "Ten strikes done..." he said. Oh God, fifteen more to go. I can’t survive this. "Please, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, I’m really, really sorry." He didn't care and he didn't listen. He resumed, and this time it was continuous spanking across each butt cheek, moving from top to bottom. He barked the numbers in an eerily satisfying

Alone like this, with nothing to distract me, the full horror of my situation came crashing back down. I’m trapped with a criminal. Who’s going to come to my rescue? I tried to be positive and think of nothing but comforting thoughts so that I don’t go crazy. Maybe Steve would come for me or at least highlight the police soon. If he doesn't, then very soon, my father would get worried enough to look for me too. Hannah ought to be looking for me, too. Celia would have told them about me. Oh no, that’s the worst... If my father finds out that Pietro has me, he won’t bother looking for me. He’ll assume I’m safe with him. So, everybody is going to go on with their lives like my absence means nothing. Nobody is going to be worried enough to challenge Pietro? A wail of agony escaped my lips. I’ll be able to escape somehow. I may not know just how, yet. But it's best to keep my hopes up. “You are a piece of shit, Pietro!” I yelled, sitting up on the mattress and looking around to find

PIETRO'S POV.I spent the vast majority of the day going over a couple of paper works with Ardo. And when finally got them sorted, I leaned back in my office chair, resting my head. "So, how is married life treating you?" Ardo asked, pushing a glass of dirty martini my way. "I'm new to this shit. But I must say, Aria is a handful, and she's going to drive me crazy.""In a good way or..." He trailed."I must develop blue balls soon if she doesn't fucking calm down." I let out and Edoardo burst into laughter. "Welcome to the faithful and married club, bro." He teased."Thank you." I smiled heartily. "I wouldn't have it any other way."Ardo shook his head mockingly like he was feeling sorry for me. Well, I wasn't feeling sorry for myself. I chose this life myself. I went across countries for this life and I will enjoy the hell out of it.Carlo walked into my office just as Ardo slid his phone across the table toward me. "Looks familiar?