9
RAFAIL
Perhaps I should have gotten down on one knee?
I kneel to no one. Not even her.
From the look on her face, I probably shouldn’t have been so prideful.
“What, no prenup?” Hailey quips, and finishes a final bite of blini. She sits back. Does not open the box. Doesn’t even pick it up. Just pats her stomach, then gets up and begins washing dishes.
I am offended that she would even think to ask for one.
“We are forever,printsesa.” I close the distance between us in two strides and take her by the wrist. Her green eyes flash with lightning. Those gold flecks spark. “Tomorrow morning you will stand at that altar, wearing that ring and the gown I bought for you, and you will become my wife. Understand?”
Her lush mouth parts. I am certain she is about to protest yet again. I don’t give her the chance. I capture her lips with mine before she can speak. I will kiss the rebellion out of her. Fuck the resistance out of her.
“How do you know I won’t run away?” she murmurs breathlessly.
“You will not because I will never allow it.” I snag a towel off the counter and whip it around her wrists, tying it in a knot while she protests. I throw her over my shoulder. I turn my head and bite her hip for good measure. She squirms. I can’t remember the last time I had…fun.
I will make her admit she feels the same way about me that I do her.
I carry her into the bedroom, throw her onto the bed—neatly made, I doubt she even thought twice about tidying up—and lean over her to unfasten her pants.
“What are you doing?” she says.
“Teaching you a lesson.” I strip the fabric down her gorgeous legs, miles of beautiful creamy skin stretching all the way to the hem of myshirt she’s wearing. A thump of desire bolts through me. My cock strains against its prison.
Hailey kicks wildly. The more she fights me, the better I like it—until one flailing foot comes too close to my crotch. I whip off my belt and loop it around her ankles, twice, three times. On the fourth, I buckle it tightly.
“You’re tying me up?” she gasps.
“You cannot be trusted. You nearly kicked me in the balls.” I flip her onto her stomach. Her ass, framed in silky panties, is ripe for my palm. I swat her twice, once on each cheek. She yelps.
“Ohhh…” Her cry ends in a sigh. Propped on her bound hands and knees, she wiggles her bottom. I don’t hesitate to oblige her unspoken request. Each stinging strike makes her flinch and moan. She clearly loves it, yet she seems to be fighting the urge to give in. I decide to push her further.
I will accept nothing less than her complete surrender. “Admit you like it when I spank you.”
“Rafail, you’re such an asshole.” She tries to roll over. Her beautiful long waves stick to her reddened face.
I grip her hips, pulling her back onto her knees. Her face gets buried in the blanket for a moment, until she finds her arms and props herself up again to breathe.
“Curse me all you want,printsesa. I would bet anything that if I touch you…here…I’ll find you soaking wet.” I trace the outline of her sex beneath the thin barrier of her silky panties. They are, indeed, exactly as I expected. Drenched with her desire for me. A needy whimper escapes from her. “Your lips may spout lies, but your body speaks truth.”
I drag my fingertip up and down her slit. She tries to push her hips back to get more friction. I give her a quick smack on the pussy—a different kind of spanking. Her squeak of surprise ends in a moan.
I take out my cock and kneel on the bed next to her hip, blocking her from attempting that trick again. With one hand, I gently caress her swollen pussy, while stroking my hard length with the other.
“You’re torturing me,” she whines.
“I am very good at that,” I agree easily. “Shall I continue?”
She makes a sound of pure frustration. Music to my ears. I adore having this woman at my mercy. I slow my strokes. “I didn’t hear a yes.”
“Goddamn it, Rafe, quit playing around and let me come.”
“Ask nicely.”
