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He smacks my ass again and a third time, then massages my heated skin with his massive palm, rubbing away the sting. I press my lips together, refusing to utter a sound as he punishes me. I won’t give him that satisfaction.
“You’re taking your punishment so well, kisa. Such a good girl,” he croons. “Such a good girl.”
His tone and praise sends a delicious shiver along my spine and my skin tingles. I despise how he has such an unwanted effect on my body, how his deep voice resonates beneath my flesh, and how his pet name for me releases butterflies in my stomach.
It’s all so wrong. Without thinking, I rub my thighs together.
He spanks me again, lower this time, his palm coming in contact with my pussy. It should hurt, and I’m completely unprepared for the wave of pleasure that spikes through me. To my absolute horror, a low, breathy moan escapes my throat.
Before I can further react, Dimitri smacks my pussy and I nearly come. My nipples strain against my shirt. A tremble shakes my body. He slides his fingers up and down my soaked satin panties and hums with approval.
“You’re so wet, kisa. Fuck malyshka, this is supposed to be a punishment. Not…” He trails off.
A punishment, right. All I can feel is his fingers teasing my clit through the fabric and how painfully sensitive my nipples have become. To my shame, I rock back against his hand, my body demanding more. No one has ever touched me like this before and it’s so… good.
CHAPTER 13
Dimitri
My wife’s breathing in rapid, shallow pants as I toy with her clit through the saturated fabric of her panties. She looks so beautiful bent over for me, her ass pink from my spankings, and those throaty little moans she can’t suppress. My cock strains against my sweatpants. If she glanced behind her, she’d see how hard I am.
She whimpers, slowly riding my hand, and all the remaining anger drains out of me. All I want to do is sink my fingers into my wife’s hot pussy and worship every inch of her body.
But I don’t, and won’t. If I take her right now, she’ll hate me for it in the morning. So I pull my hand away from her heated skin. She groans in protest.
Leaning over her, I ask, “What do you want, malyshka?”
Nothing between us is going to happen without her enthusiastic participation. I want her to want me and everything I can give her.
“You have to use your words. Tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you.”
She remains silent, refusing to tell me what she desires.
With a sigh, I straighten, pulling her up with me. “Let’s go to bed. We can still get a couple hours of sleep tonight.”
She nods. When she faces me, my heart stops for a split second. Her cheeks are rosy, her blue-green hazel eyes glassy and shining. Her chest heavily rises and falls. She’s a sight to behold.
My gaze dips to her pretty, parted lips, the temptation to kiss her threatens to overwhelm me. So much so, that I ball my fists to keep from giving in, and turn on my heel. I’m sure she’s exhausted, it’s been a long night. Her tiredness is probably why her shields against me are thinner than usual.
She doesn’t want me, not really, she’s just too tired to resist. I don’t want to take her like this. It’s all or nothing. Which means tonight, both of us go unsatisfied.
“This way,” I mutter.
Arianna follows me through the house to the second floor where our bedroom’s located. We walk in silence. She pointedly avoids looking at me, and I know she’s continuing to fight our physical attraction to each other. If only she could understand that, for me, this is about so much more than sex. I’m not sure how to make the clear without coming off as insane.
My obsession with her engulfs all of who she is, including her body, her mind, and her very soul. I want her hopes and dreams, her fears, and her secrets. Most of all I want to be the man she turns to for anything and everything.
In light of all that, maybe punishing her wasn’t the right course of action, but she needs to know I’m serious. She can’t act out without consequences. Even if those consequences morph into something neither one of us expected in the moment.
Her soft moans replay in my memory. My cock grows harder—like that’s even possible. Fuck, this woman is going to be the death of me.
We enter our bedroom and she makes a beeline for her side of the king bed. Not bothering to undress, she curls up on top of the comforter, and her eyelids fall closed. She’s out in a matter of seconds.
Carefully, I remove her shoes. Then grab a throw blanket and cover her sleeping form. She doesn’t stir, even when I brush a strand of dark brunette hair away from her angelic face. When she’s asleep she looks so peaceful, that scowl she wears for me fades away. I wish she always looked this content.
With a sigh of longing, I place a soft kiss on her temple.
I’m in the middle of going over the damage report to Riot and my penthouse when my phone rings—again. I know that number, and I don’t feel like conversing with him right now. Of course his call was inevitable. In fact, I’m surprised he waited until after the weekend. It’s been three full days since I took Arianna.
