Page 106 of His Wicked Revenge

“I’ll give you a preview of the punishment if I can take you out on a date.”

Her jaw drops, eyes growing wide. “A date?”

“We’ve been so busy with the wedding stuff, and before that, it was the whole Aiden thing.” My thumb brushes along her cheek. “We haven’t had time to do couple things… like dates.”

“Hmm…” her brows dip. “Okay. A date would be nice. The only ones I’ve ever been on have ended in the man getting hurt.” I raise an eyebrow at her confession. It shouldn’t surprise me. Veronica had informed me of these altercations while we were in the asylum. “Not you, though. Unless you ask me to.”

She winks, making me laugh before I say, “I’ll plan everything. You just be ready when I tell you to.”

“So bossy.” She smirks.

Leaning forward, I kiss her lips and then nip at her bottom one. “You have no idea.”

“You want to boss me around tonight?” Veronica lifts her hands, running her smooth palms up my bare chest.

“Will you let me?” I raise a brow as I ask. She always loves to defy me, not listen, and make things more difficult.

“Yes, sir.” Her eyes flick up to mine, where a heated desire burns.

A low hum travels up my throat as my thumb presses against her bottom lip. Slowly, I tug down as I stare at her. “Take your contacts out.”

Once I release her face, she moves to the vanity and easily removes each contact, tossing them into the trash. When she finishes, she turns around with a smirk. “Now what?”

“Remove your clothes and sit on the edge of the bed.”

Veronica pushes herself off the counter and strips out of her clothes, allowing them to fall to the floor.

Reaching behind her back, she unclasps her bra. It meets the floor with the rest of her things. She stands there in only her underwear.

“Forgetting something?” I point to the black lace covering her bottom half.

“What if I wanted you to take them off for me?” That smirk rests on her mouth, but she rolls her eyes when I lift a brow at her defiance. “Fine! I’ll do it myself.”

She hooks her thumb into the waistband and bends forward, sliding the material down her legs. Those brown eyes remain on mine the whole time.

Veronica steps away from the clothes discarded on the floor and goes to walk past me to the bedroom. Before she can get too far, my hand whips out to grab her throat.

She gasps at the sudden lack of air. “Did you roll your eyes at me?” Doing her best, she nods. “Fucking brat.”

Unclasping my hand from her throat, she lets out a cough before entering the bedroom. I hear the comforter shift under her weight when she sits down. I leave the bathroom to find her sitting on the edge of the bed, palms face down on her thighs.

Her chest is moving heavily as she fights to control her breathing. The anticipation is killing her. Bypassing where she is sitting, I go for my closet. After finding what I need, I grip it tightly and move towards her.

I watch her eyes drop from my face to the object in my hand, and her eyes light up. “You still have that?”

I lift the belt into the space between us. “Of course I wasn’t going to get rid of it. It holds a special memory. Except tonight, it’s not going over your mouth.”

Her throat bobs as she swallows. “Where is it going?”

“Patience, Vee,” I stand before her, my foot lightly kicking hers to the side. “Spread your legs.”

She obeys. Her legs spread wide enough to show me how wet she already is. While holding the belt buckle, I let the other side coast along her inner thigh.

The leather slides lightly against her skin, and the closer I get to that spot she so desperately wants me to touch, the heavier her breathing becomes. I slide the belt over her clit, barely touching it, and her legs begin to tremble beneath me.

“You’re so responsive, little angel.” I nudge her legs further apart. Wrapping the belt around my hand, I bring the flat end down to her clit. She draws in a shocked breath from the slap. “You want me to make it hurt?”

Nodding, Veronica’s eyes remain on mine as I remove the belt. I allow her some time to prepare, but I bring the leather down again once I'm ready. She hisses out from the pain, and I take enjoyment in it. I notice that her lips are slightly parted, but her teeth clench together to suppress the noises she truly wants to make.