The Substitute Bride: Forcefully Married to a Domineering Ruthless Billionaire

Subtitle : SHE'S IN TROUBLE

Dylan brought Amelia to his room, he roughly pushed her to the floor, then he closed the door.

He hurriedly undressed, then he went to sit on the bed.

"Come here." He commanded.

Amelia slowly got up, then she walked to him.

"On your knees." He ordered. And she obeyed.

Dylan smirked, he began to stroke his dick.

Amelia felt disgusted by this, she shut her eyes tightly, not wanting to watch him do what he was doing, she didn't know what he wanted to do to her, she was still sore from the last sex, but she knows she dare not complain.

Dylan stroked his dick until it was erected.

He grabbed a fistful of Amelia's hair, then he forcefully pulled it back, causing Amelia to scream in pain.

He bent her head down and pulled her hair once more.

"Arrrg.." Amelia screamed as she felt a burning sensation on her scalp.

Dylan took that as an opportunity to shove his dick into her mouth.

Amelia felt his dick hit the back of her throat, causing her to gag. Amelia placed her palms on his knee, trying to push him away, but it was useless, Dylan wasn't ready to let go.

He began thrusting in and out of her mouth, and with each thrust, Amelia felt like she'd die of suffocation, Dylan couldn't fit in fully into her mouth, but he continued plunging into her mouth, as deep as he could go.

He moaned loudly, his balls sack slapping against her skin.

He felt his cum building up, and he increased his pace, just when he was about to release, he pulled his dick out of her and poured his cum on her face, he held each side of her mouth tightly, forcing her mouth open, then he emptied the rest of his content in her mouth.

The moment he let go of her mouth, Amelia poured the whole thing to the floor, she was about to throw up, she pushed Dylan's hand off her and she stood up and ran to his bathroom.

She got into his bathroom, and she threw up inside his toilet.

When Amelia had finally emptied her bowels, she went to the tap and she turned it on, she took some water with her hand, put it in her mouth and she used it to raise her mouth.

Done with that, she washed her face, she raised her head up and she stared at her reflection in the mirror, she couldn't recognize the person staring back at her, her eyes were full of sadness and pain, her life wasn't that perfect before, she's always wished for her life to get better someday, but that will never happen, her life will instead continue to get worse.

She wiped off her tears, took a deep breath, she didn't know what Dylan would do to her, but she had to face him, she would have loved to keep herself locked up in his bathroom, but the door can be easily broken and then she'll get punished.

She sniffed, then she went out.

Dylan was still seated on his bed, he was furious.

The moment Amelia came out, he stood up, picked his belt from the floor, then he rushed to her, he grabbed her by her arm, and pulled her to the bed, then he threw her on it.

"You really have the nerve to spit it out, I'll teach you a lesson, so that next time, you'll know better to take it in than to spit it out."

"Please, I'm sorry, I I didn't mean to, I'm so sorry, please don't hit me." Amelia cried out.

"Save the sorry, lie on your stomach right now." Dylan commanded, his voice laced with an unchallengeable authority.

"And if you don't do it, I'll get someone to hold you down, and believe me, I won't be using a belt then." He said darkly.

Amelia shuddered in fear, she turned and laid on her stomach, crying bitterly.

Dylan raised her dress up high, exposing her back to him.

He gripped the metal part of his belt tightly, then he landed the first stroke on her back.

Amelia let out an ear piercing scream when the first stroke landed on her back, she made to stand up, but Dylan stopped her.

"Don't you dare, or you'll risk worsening the case." He said.

"Please Dylan, I'm sorry, I won't do it again, I'm sorry, please have mercy on me, please, it hurts, it's enough." Amelia cried out.

Dylan landed two strokes in a roll, making sure they hurt even more than the first.

"Shut up!." He barked.

He kept on hitting her non-stop with his belt, Amelia's cry of pain filled the whole room, her screams could even be heard outside.

Tess stood outside Dylan's door, enjoying Amelia's cry of pain, they sounded like music to her ears, the best music at that.

Amelia couldn't take it any longer, she rolled down from the bed, and she landed on the floor, she quickly got up and dashed for the door.

Dylan was caught off guard by this, he couldn't chase after her because he was naked.

The moment Amelia opened the door and made to run out, Tess grabbed her hand, holding it tightly.

"You won't be going nowhere." She said, struggling to hold Amelia still.

"Arrrg... no... please let me go... he'll kill me." She cried out.

"And I don't give a fuck." Tess retorted.

"Who's there? Come here right now, guards." Tess screamed.

"Let me go." Amelia screamed, then she pushed Tess with all her might.

Tess fell to the floor, landing on her butt.

Amelia's eyes widened with shock.

"I'm so sorry." She panicked.

She turned and ran downstairs.

"Don't let her get away, catch her." Tess screamed loudly.

Dylan rushed to his mother's aid, he was dressed in a trouser and a black singlet, which clinched tightly to his muscular body, the singlet looks like it was bound to rip any moment.

He had used the time his mother was struggling with Amelia to get dressed quickly.

"Are you okay mother?" He asked in concern as he helped his mother up.

"I'm not okay, that bitch almost killed me."

"Look what she did to me." Tess said, breathing heavily.

"Let me go." They both heard Amelia's cry.

They turned their heads to see Amelia being dragged by two hefty guards.

Dylan balled his fist in rage.

She's dared to hurt his mother, and now she'll pay for it.