He’s fuming. His chest rises and falls against mine, eyes burning with fury and raw hunger. The tension between us is suffocating, electric, and undeniably sexual.
I should be scared. Instead, I’m wet, aching. My nipples are tight against the sheer fabric, and I can feel how hard he is where he’s pressed against my stomach.
He leans in closer, lips brushing my ear as he speaks, voice rough and dark. “The next time you pull something like this, I’ll bend you over my knee and spank that pretty ass so raw you won’t be able to sit or walk for a week.”
My breath catches. My entire body goes still as a rush of heat floods through me. I squeeze my thighs together, mortified by how much his threat turns me on.
My lips part slightly, breath shallow as I stare up at him. He sees it instantly. The way my thighs press together. The way my nipples harden beneath the thin fabric of my bra.
His eyes darken.
“Oh, you like that,” he says quietly, almost disbelieving.
“No,” I lie weakly.
A dangerous smile curves his mouth.
“Liar.”
Before I can react, he grabs me around the waist and lifts me effortlessly. A startled gasp escapes me as he carries me towardthe bed like I weigh nothing at all. My pulse spikes wildly when he sits down on the edge of the mattress and drags me across his lap, pinning me facedown over his knees.
“Maxim—”
His hand lands sharply against my ass.
I yelp, more shocked than hurt.
“You wanted attention?” Another smack. “Now you have it.”
Heat explodes through me. My fingers clutch helplessly at the sheets as another hard slap lands, then another, each one sending a humiliating rush of pleasure straight between my thighs.
I hate how good it feels. Hate how wet I am already.
Maxim’s large hand spreads over the curve of my ass possessively before striking again, harder this time. A broken sound escapes my throat, halfway between a gasp and a moan.
“There it is,” he murmurs darkly behind me. “That pretty little sound.”
His hand slides slowly over the sore skin he just punished, almost soothing before he grips my hip firmly.
“You’re soaking through this flimsy thong, aren’t you?”
I squeeze my eyes shut. Turned on beyond reason.
“Answer me.”
“Yes,” I whisper.
He chuckles low in his throat. “You enjoy being punished.”
Another slap lands, and this time a soft moan slips out before I can stop it.
I can feel how hard he is beneath me, the thick outline pressing insistently against my stomach every time I move. The realization only makes my body ache more.
His hand strokes over my burning skin again before he grips the back of my neck, forcing me to arch slightly over his lap.
“This is the last time you try something like that,” he warns. “Or you’ll have the death of every man who sees you like this on your conscience.”
Then his hands tighten briefly on my hips before he suddenly stands, lifting me with him. My knees wobble the second my feet touch the floor, and heat rushes to my face when I realize how badly I’m shaking.
