Page 95 of Haunted Spurs

Without giving her time to process, I step forward again. I grab her firmly by the shoulder and turn her around gently, until her back is to me.

"Walk, little Selly," I whisper, leaning down to let the words slip directly against the shell of her ear. "I think you really want the bad girl treatment."

I place an open, wide, possessive hand flat against the small of her back, right above the curve of her ass, and start pushing her forward.

I guide her along the perimeter of the room. The chaos of the party is at its peak, but we don't even look to see what the others are doing.

Selene walks stiffly, I feel the muscles in her back flex beneath my palm with every step. She is drenched, turned on, and walking in that state is torturing her.

I follow her like a shadow, glued to her. My chest brushes her back. My hot breath hits her neck. I know she can feel my erection grazing her hips.

I steer her toward the dark hallway, away from prying eyes, and push open the first door on the right. The downstairs bathroom.

We step inside. I kick the door shut behind us with a sharp click, turning the lock.

The sterile white light of the bathroom illuminates the mirror above the large marble sink.

I don't waste a second. I grab the hem of her velvet dress on both sides and hike it up, sliding it up her thighs until it's bunched around her narrow waist.

And when my eyes focus on what's underneath, the breath literally dies in my throat.

I've already seen her naked, but... I'm still struck by lightning. Amazed. The perfect, full, pale curve of her ass is offered up to my sight, split down the middle only by a razor-thin string of black lace. Her pale skin contrasts so violently and magnificently with the darkness of the dress that I feel like I'm looking at a work of art. A vision so obscene and beautiful that my erection throbs painfully, almost fiercely, against the stiff zipper of my jeans. My mouth goes instantly dry.

"Did you get lost staring, Willers?" Her voice trembles just a bit, betraying her fake confidence. "Or did you suddenly forget how to do this?"

I smile, a dark, ravenous smile, and take a step forward, closing the distance.

"I'm just admiring the view, Queen of Darkness," I murmur against her ear, brushing her skin with my nose. "You are a work of art. Bend over for me."

Selene obeys without hesitation, letting out a muffled moan. She bends forward, resting the palms of her hands on the marble of the large sink. She arches her back, hiking her hips up toward me in a curve that is a shameless, absolute invitation. In the mirror in front of her, I catch a glimpse of her flushed face and her dark, dilated eyes searching for mine.

I hook the lace of her thong with my index finger, pulling it to the side to completely clear the view. I raise my open hand and, without warning, deliver a firm, resounding slap right on her right cheek.

Selene flinches violently. A long, vibrating moan, steeped in pure lust, escapes her lips. She arches her back even more and pushes her hips backward, grinding imperceptibly against me, instinctively seeking my hand.

She likes it. Fuck, it drives her crazy.

"Is this supposed to be my punishment, new-cowboy?" she pants. "I expected a little more... backbone."

Arousal sets my brain on fire.

"Do you really want to challenge me right now, Selly?" I growl, raising my hand again.

Smack. Smack.

Two more hits, sharper, turning her pale skin a beautiful, erotic shade of pink. "We both know which one of us always ends up begging."

She pants heavily, her head lolling forward. "F-fuck you."

"I'm getting there," I promise her against her lips.

I grab both her cheeks, filling my hands with her. I dig my fingers into her soft flesh, kneading it, gripping it tight, and then I spread her apart, exposing her swollen, soaking-wet core, juices dripping down her inner thighs.

With frantic movements, I rip off my belt, yank down my zipper, and kick off my jeans. I roll the condom down my erection, my heart pounding in my ears, and position myself right behind her.

I dig my thumbs into her hip bones to hold her steady, anchoring her to me. I press my hard tip against her slick entrance, and with a slow, deep, inexorable thrust, I sink inside her.

The impact is stratospheric.