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"You knew if I woke up and found you gone, I’d think you escaped."
"Escaped? So now I’m your prisoner?” I prop my hands on my hips. “Where would I go, anyway? I couldn’t sleep. Also, your snoring was driving me up the wall so—"
"I don’t snore." His forehead furrows.
"Yes, you do."
"I must have been very tired," he murmurs. He rubs his thumb across my throat, and tendrils of heat emanate from his touch.
"What are you doing?" I clear my throat. "No hanky-panky stuff, okay?"
"Your vocabulary is very strange, Angel."
"Don’t call me that."
"You haven’t told me your name yet."
"And I don’t intend to, either." I jut out my lower lip and his gaze lowers to my mouth.
"Is that a challenge?"
"It’s my intention."
"And what will you give me if I get you tell me your name in the next five minutes?"
"Nothing, because I’m not—"
He moves so quickly, I yelp. He releases his hold on my neck, only to grab my waist, lower my feet to the ground, then push me into the bar counter so I grip it to support myself. He grabs the waistband of my yoga pants—which is what I was wearing when those idiots kidnapped me—and shoves it down my hips, along with my panties.
"What the—! What are you doing, you—?" His palm connects with my backside with enough force that I rock up to my toes. I yell. A blistering line of heat sizzles across my butt. "Stop that, why are you—?" I huff, as he spanks my other ass cheek with the same force. A tremor cuts straight to my core, my pussy clenches, my nipples stiffen, and my breasts seem to swell. He brings that wide palm down on my first cheek, then in rapid succession, spanks me on alternating cheeks. Slap-slap-slap. Each one reverberates up my spin, down around my breasts, then arrows to my core.
"Stop that." I try to wriggle away, but alphahole here, once again, wraps his fingers around the nape of my neck. He squeezes, and it’s as if there’s a direct line to my center, for my pussy clenches. I squeeze my thighs together and he clicks his tongue. "You know, I’m not going to let you come; not until you tell me your name."
"Go to hell," I spit out.
"You shouldn’t have said that." He brings his palm down on the curve of my behind with such force that my entire body shudders. Pinpricks of pain sizzle up my spine, down my thighs, and pour into my lower belly. He massages the burning flesh of my backside. I gasp. He rubs the pain into my skin and my core contracts.
"Oh, god. Oh, my god." I dig my teeth into the wooden edge of the bar counter to stop myself from crying out.
"You going to tell me your name yet?"
I shake my head.
I sense him draw in a breath, and close my eyes and brace myself for the next slap, which never comes. Instead, he straightens. He moves around to stand behind me, and the heat from his body covers my backside. The pain pulses out from where he’s spanked my ass. I wait. Wait for him to make his next move, then groan when he bends over and licks the nape of my neck.
"You taste so fucking sweet and spicy at the same time. I can’t wait to taste your cunt again."
He straightens again, then kicks my feet apart. I yelp, then gasp when he slides his tongue along my seam.
"You’re fucking soaked," he growls. The vibrations from his words swirl along my inflamed clit, then sink into my center. A trembling begins from somewhere deep inside. I sense him smile against my pussy. "You will not come, Angel, not until I give you permission."
I’m not going to listen to that. I’m not going to obey this… this… sadist. There’s no other way to describe him, and yes, I know that word, as I know other swear words. I just refuse to say them aloud.
"You going to tell me your name?"
I draw in a breath.
The silence stretches for a beat, then another.
