he's addicted

She pushed the door open and stepped into the room.
Antonio stood near the wall, arms folded, his shirt now removed completely, the light from the fireplace casting his body in shadow and flame. His face was unreadable, but his eyes were cold and predatory.
Charlotte smiled nervously and stepped in, the door clicking shut behind her. "You called for me," she said softly, trying to sound sultry.

Antonio didn't respond. He stepped toward her with slow, deliberate movements.

I figured... maybe you wanted company," she added, starting to slip the straps of her nightgown down her shoulders.

He was on her in two strides.

Before she could say another word, his hand struck her across the face-hard. Charlotte gasped, her head snapping to the side, her body stumbling back in shock.

She looked up, stunned, clutching her cheek. "W-why did you-?"

Antonio grabbed her by the chest, squeezing her breasts roughly, making her flinch. His eyes didn't blink, didn't waver. "You came here to serve a function. You are not here to speak, smile, or try to play coy. You are here to obey."

Charlotte's breath caught in her throat. She nodded quickly, fear flickering in her eyes now.

Antonio released her, pushing her toward the bed with a forceful hand on her shoulder.

"Take off your clothes," he said flatly. "Then get on your knees. I don't need your voice-I need silence. And control."

Charlotte didn't speak again. She obeyed

But even as he used her body, Antonio's thoughts weren't with her.