Chapter 45

Chapter 45
Warning: Contain Mature Contents
"You think a locked door can keep me out, Anna?" Fernandez sneered, his eyes glinting with amusement, his voice low and menacing, like a snake slithering through the grass. "I always get what I want, and I want you."
He approached her slowly, his gaze boring into Anna's body like a predator sizing up its prey. His eyes seemed to strip her bare, leaving her feeling vulnerable and exposed, like a fragile flower in a raging storm.
Anna's body shivered as she moved backwards, her face pale and her eyes wide with fear, like a deer caught in the headlights. "P-please, Fernandez, don't come any closer," she stammered, her voice trembling like a leaf.
But Fernandez was relentless, his movements calculated and deliberate, like a chess player making his final move. He cornered her, his gaze never leaving hers, until she backed into the wall, trapped and helpless, like a bird in a gilded cage.
"Got you, Anna," he whispered, his breath fanning her ear, sending shivers down her spine, like a cold wind on a winter's night. "Are you trying to play hard to get? Because it's only making me want you more."
Anna's heart raced like a runaway train as she stood alert, her body tense and rigid, like a bowstring pulled taut. She tried to speak, but her voice caught in her throat, like a fish gasping for air.
"You can't escape me, Anna," he whispered, his lips inches from her ear, his voice husky and seductive. "I'll always find you, no matter where you hide. You're mine now, and I'll never let you go."
Fernandez's thin, cold, red lips grazed Anna's earlobe, sending a shiver coursing through her veins like a winter breeze. His breath danced across her skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake. "What did I say about you wearing this outfit?" he whispered, his voice husky and seductive, like a gentle caress.
Anna's eyelids fluttered closed, and she forgot the question, lost in the sensation of his lips on her ear. Her breathing deepened, and her chest rose and fell with each ragged inhale.
But when Fernandez didn't receive a response, his grip on her tightened, his fingers digging into her skin like talons. He felt her defiance, and his anger sparked, flaring like a wildfire. He opened his mouth, and his teeth closed around her earlobe, biting down gently, sending a jolt of electricity through her body.
"What did I say about you wearing this outfit?" he repeated, his voice cold and cruel, dripping with malice, like a snake's venom.
Anna's moan slipped out, unbidden, as his teeth grazed her earlobe. His lips were cold, and the sensation sent a wave of pleasure crashing through her body. She felt herself getting lost, swept away by the tide of his touch.
But then she remembered his question, and she whispered, her voice barely audible, "That I'm only allowed to wear such dresses in your presence!"
Fernandez's grip on her tightened, his fingers digging deeper into her skin. He pulled back, his eyes blazing with a mixture of anger and desire, like a stormy sea. "And yet, you wore it to the club, in front of all those men," he growled, his voice low and menacing, like thunder on the horizon. "So, what do you say? Did you deserve punishment or not?"
Anna's rebellious streak flared, and she met Fernandez's gaze, her eyes flashing with defiance. "No, I don't think I deserve punishment," she said, her voice steady, but her heart racing with anticipation.
Fernandez's eyes darkened, clouded by passion and lust, as he gazed at her. His lips curled into a snarl, and he growled, "You're playing with fire, Anna. You're going to get burned."
He pushed her down on the bed, his movements swift and decisive, like a predator claiming its prey. Anna's hands fluttered up, trying to stop him, but Fernandez was too quick. He pinned her down, his body covering hers, his gaze burning with intensity.
"Your lips are begging to be punished," he whispered, his breath hot against her skin. "And I'm going to oblige."
His eyes locked onto her lips, full and red, shining with her lipstick. He couldn't resist the temptation. His instinct took over, and he dove in, his lips claiming hers in a fierce, punishing kiss.
He sucked crazily on her lips, tasting the sweetness of her vanilla-flavored lipstick. Anna's moan was lost in his mouth as he devoured her, his passion and anger mingling in a fiery explosion.
"Your mouth is mine," he growled, his tongue tangling with hers. "And I'll make sure you never forget it."
Fernandez's hands roamed her body, claiming every inch of her as his own. Anna's rebellion was met with a fierce counterattack, leaving her breathless and wanting more.
As he broke away from the kiss, Fernandez's eyes blazed with a warning. "You should have stayed obedient, Anna. Now, you'll face the consequences."
Fernandez's eyes gleamed with excitement as he pinned both of Anna's hands down together, his grip like a vice. He produced a handcuff from his pocket and snapped it around her wrists, the metal clicking shut with a satisfying sound. Anna's eyes widened in shock and fear as Fernandez enjoyed her expression, his face inches from hers.
"Now, let's tear the red sinful dress away from you," he whispered, his breath hot against her skin. "I want to watch and possess your body, which is mine."
With a swift motion, he tore the dress away from her thigh, the fabric ripping like paper. Anna gasped, her eyes flashing with anger and fear. "Don't you dare, Fernandez!" she shouted, but he ignored her, his mouth descending onto her exposed fair thigh.
His lips sucked on her skin, leaving a trail of heat and desire. Anna's body arched, her wrists straining against the handcuff as she tried to break free. But Fernandez held her firm, his grip unyielding.
"You're mine, Anna," he growled, his voice muffled against her skin. "And I'll take what's mine."
Anna's face contorted in a mix of anger and pleasure, her body betraying her as Fernandez's lips continued their assault on her skin. She felt herself getting lost in the sensation, her mind fogging over with desire.
"No, Fernandez, stop!" she cried out, but her voice was weak, her body screaming for more.