Her punishment

Dave's POV

Fuck! I really want to kiss her right now.

The clothes she's wearing, I could see her body. The soft delicate skin seemed to glow the more I stared at her.

I clutched my hand that rested against the dresser and tried to keep a hard expression to conceal what I was actually feeling.

"You can get angry at me, but never lock me out," I warned, staring in between her eyes.

Her jaw tightened in anger as she tried to turn away from me again. I stopped her, yet my gaze flipped just for a second to her neck.

That would be crazy, I told myself, but then I leaned down before I could stop myself and my lips crashed against her soft skin.

I gave her a bite, restraining myself from actually tasting her. She seemed shocked and stiff for a moment, but she didn't stop me.

That made me greedy for more. I lost control in the blink of an eye, and my grip tightened around her chin as I tilted her head a little for better access.

I bit a little too hard and she let out a cry. I paused for a second before moving back a bit and caressed the spot with my thumb.

"Take that as your punishment," I told her.

But it was my punishment, I shouldn't have done that. And now, I think I might swallow her up if I spend a minute more in the room with her.

I turned away instantly, not looking at her, and walked out.

The moment the door shut, I cussed under my breath, panting a little too heavily.

I was losing control even though I tried to stop myself.

My hand stayed on the door as I waited, trying to hear her reaction. Was she mad?

I heard nothing. With a low sigh, I moved to walk away, and then I heard her loud scream.

Celine's POV

All my senses felt his mouth on me. I opened my mouth to gasp, but my breath caught in my throat.

*What... was he doing?* I stuttered in my head, trying to comprehend.

Then I felt the pain and couldn't help but scream out.

After he was gone, I threw my legs into the air in anger.

That stupid old man! I cussed.

Punishment? Who the hell punishes that way?

I touched my neck and let out a low grunt. I turned to look at the mirror and found a big hickey.

My eyes widened, anger... shock. I clenched my fists hard.

"Dave Montessori, you animal!"

I quickly tried to erase the mark, but it hurt. I picked up one of my healing balms and applied it.

My gaze flickered to the door with an angry growl. I'm going to get back at him for this.

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The next morning, I woke up to find a new phone sitting on my table. I picked it up and immediately tried to contact Tyra; she must have been so worried when the call cut off suddenly yesterday.

The phone rang but wasn't picked up. I decided to text her, but a knock came at my door.

"Miss. Celine?" The voice wasn't familiar.

I swallowed and moved slowly to open the door.

A woman in her twenties stood there, smiling at me. She reminded me of Sabrina, and a little frown crept onto my face.

"Who are you?"

She smiled again. "I'm Faye, the new housekeeper."

My frown grew even bigger. I stared at her again, wondering why such a beautiful young lady would want to be a housekeeper.

"If you need anything, Miss. Celine, let me know."

I swallowed hard, ignoring her, and walked to the living room to meet Dave, who was already dressed.

His eyes lifted up the second I walked in, and his countenance furrowed.

"Why are you in your night gown?" he asked.

I looked down at the dress, it was sheer lace, and I wasn't wearing anything underneath.

My face went red, feeling a little embarrassed. I cleared my throat noisily and pushed my hair back, trying not to show it.

"Why do we have a new housekeeper?" I asked.

He exhaled sharply, his frown hard. He got up and walked up to me.

"Wear this out again and I will punish you yet again," he said before pulling off his jacket and draping it over my shoulders.

I gulped down hard, not sure when Uncle became this shameless. His words made me remember yesterday, the bite on my neck, and my hands subconsciously went to it.

"Miss. Celine," Jeff's voice cut through my thoughts. "Are you injured?" he asked.

I quickly dropped my hand and pushed my hair over it.

"Some dog bit me yesterday," I snapped, looking at Dave.

He didn't bat an eye, still staring at me. Jeff seemed to understand my answer and kept quiet, moving away.

I was about to lash out at Dave for not asking my opinion before bringing another woman into the house when she walked in.

"Mr. Montessori," she called.

My face squeezed up. I crossed my arms quickly and rolled my eyes hard.

"Take me to school," I said.

He nodded without hesitation.

My anger eased a little and I pouted my lips. Without another word, I turned around and walked back to my room to dress up. I had Tyra on the screen to help me pick my outfit.

"Why are you even going through all this trouble? He's married," Tyra reminded.

The dress I was holding fell from my hand. I almost forgot about that. A scowl invaded my expression as I sank my butt onto the bed.

"I..." I stopped, pursing my lips.

Tyra sighed and rolled on the bed. "I think it's time you forget about him," she stated.

My heart slammed; a hard fear hit me. Two years ago, I had witnessed losing Dave. It was a horrible feeling, and I don't want to experience it again. But letting go of feelings was hard; I just can't.

I grabbed a pillow and clutched it hard, feeling upset.

What should I do now?

Tyra's voice came again. "Or... you might try again."

My eyes flashed in delight and I quickly grabbed my phone.

"Do you have a plan?" I asked quickly.

She stared at me for a moment, and a slow, naughty smile plastered on her face.

My phone chimed and I received a text from her.

"There are thousands of ways to seduce a man. We just have to hope one of them works on your uncle," she said, and my smile broadened.

"That's not a problem," I said and blew her a kiss.

I know Dave already fell for me, he just doesn't want to admit it. All I need to do is break his resilience.

I jumped up and picked up one of the dresses I brought while pretending to be a bad girl. As I stared at the beautiful thing, my smile shifted into a mischievous grin.

This is going to be fun for me.