023 The Punishment

Dahlia's POV

I don't how I managed to my feet, but I force a smile when I put my hand on Damon's shoulder.

If I don't finish the dance, worse would happen to me than just one broken bone.

He grabs my waist before taking my fingertips. The music starts again and I move with it. Piercing pain shooting through my leg, I manage to stand but there is nothing I can do about the trembling.

He stops, again. In the center of the dancing pool, we are the only pair standing still.

I look up in confusion and fear as I whisper: "Sorry, I can--"

He leans in before I can finish and picks me up, landing my feet on his shining shoes. I stare at him in shock, and he glares back. So I swallow my objection and keep my eyes on his throat where my eyes land naturally.

Though it gets much easier now, it still hurts every time he moves his foot under my broken one. But with him doing all the dancing I can focus on holding my groans in. Every time the pain burst to my throat I grip his hand or a whimper