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Oh, God. Oh… God. This couldn’t happen.
I pummeled my fists against his chest, although there was no chance that I was getting away. Still, I had to fight him in order to protect my mind from the intoxication of him.
He released his hold on my neck, pulling me even closer until I felt the hard ridge of his cock pressing against my stomach. I was even more lightheaded, falling into the intense, unforgiving passion even as everything inside of me screamed to get away. I suddenly found myself yielding to him, arching my back even more as I slowly shifted one arm around his neck, tangling my fingers in his thick strands of hair. The embrace was unlike anything I’d ever felt, filthy and sinful, but the moan I issued into his mouth wasn’t about fear but a longing so intense I felt starved.
When he broke the kiss, I gasped for air, wanting him to continue ravishing me.
Corrupting me.
I’d never experienced anything so insanely passionate before.
But as with everything that had happened in my life that confused or scared me, I reacted without thinking, slapping him across the face. He reared back, taking a few steps away, pressing his hand against his face. My reaction was quicker than his and I managed to rip the knife from the sheath under my dress, taking a hard lunge and sticking the blade under his chin.
Just like he’d done to Reggie.
“You can’t just take what you want,” I hissed.
A smile crossed his face as he lowered his gaze, drinking me in with his eyes. He wasn’t just undressing me at this point; he was devouring every inch of me piece by piece. My throat was tight, claws of an unknown source wrapped around my neck, clamping down like a tight vise.
“Pretty little girls shouldn’t play with knives.”
“I told you, I’m not a little girl. I think it’s time for you to leave.”
“And I think it’s time for you to learn a lesson in manners.” As with everything else he’d done, he was powerful, demanding in his actions, able to rip the knife from my hand before I had a chance to prick him with the tip of the blade.
“Give that back to me.”
“Not until you say you’re sorry.”
“Fat chance in hell.”
I learned just how strong he was when he picked me up, carrying me back into the room. Being this close to the man was daunting, my mind spinning from all the possibilities of what he was going to do.
And a part of me didn’t care.
He placed my knife on the dresser, taking a few seconds to trace the various jewels before pulling his hand away as if it had been burned by the very fire that would eventually consume his soul. Then moved toward the bed, dragging me with him.
“What are you doing? You can’t. You’re insane!” I wailed, fighting him with every ounce of strength I had left, which wasn’t much. He’d turned me into mush, my head foggy from lurid thoughts.
“Providing the motivation that suits you,printsessa.” He wasted no time, plopping down on the bed and dragging me over his lap.
“What is this?”
“This is a spanking and one you’ll never forget.” He jerked my dress up, exposing my almost naked bottom, the G-string doing nothing to hide any intimate part of me. His fevered guttural growl was a clear indication of his continued thoughts. Even though I continued to struggle, trying to slap my hands against him, as if that was going to help, he quickly brought the palm of his hand down, smacking it hard first on one side then the other.
“Oh, you asshole!”
“Nice girls shouldn’t use nasty words.” He swatted several more times, each one harder than the one before.
I was mortified, heat flushing my face as wave after wave of embarrassment tore through me. “I’ll do more than issue nasty words if you don’t stop.” My statement only proved to fuel whatever fire had been stoked, the man who thought himself a hero spanking me long and hard. After ten, maybe fifteen additional swats, I no longer had the fight in me, surrendering to the brutal punishment.
While the pain was biting, coursing down both legs, even worse was how hot I remained. And wet. I sensed my panties were soaked. With just a single whiff, I was able to gather the scent of my heightened arousal. This was horrible in the worst way. Maybe even worse was the fact he was aroused by humiliating me, his throbbing cock pressing into my stomach.
Dear God, I was so excited I couldn’t breathe let alone think clearly. What was the savage doing to me?
He exhaled, the sound reminding me of a predator whose hunger had just reached a breaking point. When he started caressing my skin, I bit my lower lip to keep from crying out. Kinky thoughts remained floating in my mind, fantasies that I had no business dreaming of. If I hadn’t irritated the gods too much, maybe I’d never have to see him again, reliving the horrible experience.
“I think five more,printsessa.”
