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She fidgeted with her hands, glancing at her torn skirt on the ground. Bashfully, she grasped the few remaining buttons of her blouse. I grinned, watching the way her nipples pebbled beneath the thin fabric.
Without a word, she knelt down and stepped into the remains of her skirt. I hadn’t been kind to her outfit, and it showed, but the sight of it was even sexier than I could have ever imagined.
“Such a gorgeous little slut, all disheveled from your fucking,” I mused, and her blush transformed into a beautiful cherry red.
“Hunter,” she breathed, her shameful arousal written all over her face.
“Did you leave your car with the valet?” I asked, and she shook her head.
“No. I took the light rail,” she answered, biting her lip. I wanted to bite it too, wanted to run my tongue along those freshly nipped lips and kiss it better. Then I wanted to start all over again.
“Good. I’m going to walk you to my car, and then I’m going to take you home.”
“I can’t leave like this,” she squeaked.
“Yes, you can and you will, my little slut.”
“But I?—”
“You’ll dress exactly how I tell you unless you want me to take off my belt,” I growled, and her eyes grew wide and round, but I didn’t miss the way her pupils dilated, and her lips parted.
She didn’t hate the idea.
In fact, it looked like she was intrigued.
Interesting…
CHAPTER 9
Morgan
I felt obscene.
Even though every inch of me was covered by fabric, I felt like I was utterly exposed. With my tits still propped up by the cups of my bra, my nipples were on display, especially through the thin white fabric of my blouse. My shirt was wrinkled and missing most of the buttons. It was barely held together enough to cover my upper half and there was even less to be said for the mangled state of my skirt. The zipper was broken and only went partially up, and by some miracle, the button that held it together was still intact, but it was hanging on by a thread.
I wanted to hate him, but as I looked into his eyes, any notion of dislike or anger seemed to dissolve away.
His gaze was intense, like that of a lion who had cornered his prey, yet there was no sense of threat in it. Instead, it was filled with a raw desire that was almost palpable. His eyes, deep and penetrating, seemed to strip away every single one of my layers, seeing straight into the core of who I was. It was a look that spoke of a hunger, not just for my body, but for everything that was me.
The way he looked at me made me feel like I was the only woman in the world, the most desired, the most beautiful.
The intensity was overwhelming, yet it was also empowering. In his gaze, I felt seen, truly seen, in a way I had never experienced before.
The feeling was exhilarating and terrifying at the same time, and I didn’t know what to make of it.
“Do you have anything else I could wear?” I squeaked, and he shook his head as his hand dropped to his belt.
After everything that had happened between us, I had no doubt that he would actually follow through with his threat. My ass tensed, almost like I was imagining the feel of the leather strap whipping my bare cheeks, and I instantly pushed it out of my head, telling myself I was crazy for even thinking about it.
I couldn’t find that hot, right?
“But, please, sir,” I tried, crossing my arms over my chest and trying to hide my hard nipples. Without a word, he strode towards me, knocked my hands away and took each hard bud between his fingers. Then he pinched down and twisted firmly enough to cause a flash of pain to bring me up on my toes. I tried to arch into it, but he pulled even harder, and the pain was enough to bring tears to my eyes.
“You’re going to be a good girl and come with me, aren’t you?” he said softly, his tone dark and seductive and far too intriguing.
“Yes, sir,” I whined, and I bit my lip. His predatory eyes glanced down at my mouth, and he leaned forward, nipping the same lip gently enough to make me cry out. Maybe even to punish me, I wasn’t certain.
But a deep part of me liked that, and I didn’t understand why.
