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There was still a tremendous part of me that wanted to make her suffer, to understand that her world had collided with mine. However, the intensity of my longing refused to allow me to satisfy my more brutal needs. She wasn’t the creature to blame for the sins of a man who’d tossed her aside long before I’d reminded him that he’d fucked with the wrong person.
But with every pout of her lips, the way her eyes studied me, questioning me, the sadistic man I’d always been continued to breach the surface. Even now, I knew I should walk away, pretending that she hadn’t disrupted my world, but there was no chance of that happening.
I pulled away, rubbing my fingers down her arm. When I yanked her onto all fours, stretching the limitations of her bindings, I closed my eyes briefly, allowing the visions of what I hungered to do to her body rush into my mind.
She should be marked as mine, the symbol protecting her against the ravages of another man, but in doing so, I would alter the course of my life.
That wasn’t allowed.
For now, I’d only be able to satisfy my carnal needs. Anything else wasn’t acceptable.
“What are you doing?” she dared to ask.
I leaned over, brushing the tip of my index finger down her spine. “Providing exactly what you require. Then I’ll give you what you’ve longed for your entire life.”
What I didn’t choose to tell her was that after this night, she would belong to me. I would choose when and how I took her from her life, her profession, and her family.
But a determination had been made.
One day, she would belong to me.
CHAPTER4
Stephanie
A huge part of me still wanted to admit I’d made a mistake in flirting with the sexy stranger or allowing the dangerous man to remain inside my hotel room. However, with every stroke of his hand, every tender caress, I found myself incapable of pushing him away. Even though I reminded myself that this was only a one-time thing, a small secret I’d keep buried deep within me, I also knew my friends would ask about the evening, requiring details.
After all, this had been their plan in the making, their way of saying ‘I told you so.’
The second he’d flipped me over onto my hands and knees, I’d been forced into a mindless blur, incapable of stilling the shaking vibrations or my shallow breathing.
What could I tell them other than he was rugged and demanding, his dominance suiting him just like the five-thousand-dollar tuxedo he’d worn to the wedding? I’d leave out that his kisses had awakened a level of passion I never knew existed or that his mouth and tongue were delicious weapons of pleasure.
I’d also refused to admit that his eyes, while magnificent, also highlighted his icy demeanor, the man shut off to emotions. Even though he’d been charming, the initial meeting had provided me with a brief but important glimpse into his psyche. He’d been cold and detached, every move he’d made calculated. But now, everything was different.
He was determined to provide me with a taste of ecstasy, his raw seduction another indication of his possessive nature.
I continued to tingle all over from the lingering sensations. I’d lost count of the number of times I’d climaxed, but I’d forgotten to catch my breath. I remained lightheaded, reveling in the full force of raw ecstasy. He’d known exactly how to please me, the amount of pressure to use. Heat flushed into my face as I thought about how I’d begged him to continue.
All thoughts were shoved from my mind the second he cracked his palm against my backside. I wasn’t immune to physical pain, my arm broken twice over the years, but this was something entirely different. I struggled with the smooth silk holding my arms together as I’d done before, yet every time I attempted to break free, the knot only grew tighter. I wasn’t going anywhere, just like I’d hungered for in every scathing fantasy.
Had I been indulgent in sacrificing my private thoughts, allowing a stranger to know my deepest desires? The answer was a resounding yes. Yet when he smacked me four times in rapid succession, the sting shifting down both legs, I realized my breasts were full, my nipples swollen. I was enjoying being disciplined like a wanton sinner.
That’s exactly what I was.
A part of me wanted to continue fighting him, at least beg him to stop, but the moment I’d given into the tormented ecstasy of his mouth, I’d lost all sense of rationality. Just being able to eye him without clothes as he’d devoured my pussy had sent a wave of chills dancing into every cell and tendon. He was a gorgeous man in every sense of the word, his muscles chiseled to perfection. I wanted nothing more than to trace every colorful tattoo with my tongue, as if the vibrant ink had a taste of its own.
“Takaya ochen neposlushnaya devochka,” he muttered.
“What? Tell me what you’re saying!” My sharp demand was met with another series of brutal strikes, his hand molding against my already aching bottom.
“I can see I was right. Such a very naughty girl.” He laughed softly after translating, suddenly shifting his fingers between my legs.
I was so sensitive I jumped, taking several shallow breaths as my skin prickled. “No.”
“No?” he repeated, immediately thrusting several fingers into my tight channel. “You aren’t allowed to say no to me, my lioness. That’s not a part of your fantasy.”
I almost said fuck the fantasy, but with another savage smack against my buttocks, all thoughts were tossed aside. He wanted me on edge, incapable of thinking clearly. As the spanking continued, I was cognizant trickles of pussy juice were sliding down the insides of my thighs, small beads dripping dangerously close to the comforter. The scent of him was infused in every inch of my skin, long ago filtering into my system.
