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I am really pushing his limits now. Heat pools between my thighs, and I believe my pussy would cry out with glee at this moment if she could. She’s as sick and twisted as I very clearly am.
Luka twists me around to face him, raw hunger etched into his perfectly chiseled features. He grasps the globes of my ass. His palms fist my flesh as his conflicted gaze holds mine hostage.
“You defied me.”
“You’re an asshole.”
“And you’re a glutton for punishment.”
He dips his head, the scent of spearmint wafting under my nose. I want to taste it on his tongue. I want to taste myself on his tongue…
“Tell me it’s because you love when I punish you. Tell me you love the sting of my hand against your ass, and that I can make you come harder than you ever imagined with only my fingers.”
I say nothing, even though every twitching nerve in my body fires off the same message.
Fuck, yes, we do! We love it all!
“Say it.” His low, gravelly voice is like a slow explosion that rumbles in the depths of my core.
Still, I remain silent because, one, I refuse to give him the satisfaction of a response and, two, I need him to punish me.
Good God, the memory alone of his hand searing my flesh is enough to make my knees buckle. And at this moment, I’m not thinking like a calm, rational person. I am thinking like a dirty whore who wants to be shackled and spanked and sexed up to the point where I black out after succumbing to the erotic bliss. I had a little taste and I’ve since become insatiable.
What the hell is happening to me?
I feel like one of the heroines in the romance novels I devour...she knows the guy is bad because he proves to her over and over that he is a monster beyond any shred of redemption and still, she wants him. I used to think girls like that in real life were desperate, vapid, and had low self-esteem. Now I’m suddenly one of them.
What’s worse is that my family’s livelihood hangs in the balance. The threat against them is nothing short of deadly, and I’m the only one who can ensure their safety. That is what I should be thinking about, not how huge his cock is, or how amazing the orgasm will be that he’ll give me.
His masculine scent swirls in the air around me, choking me with desire. “Say it.”
My skin prickles, the hairs on the back of my neck shooting straight up. I will not answer him.
He lifts me and carries me over to the mattress before dropping me into the center. He straddles me, his knees locking me between them. “If you’re not gonna say it, you know what I’ll do.”
He shifts, and his hands slide between my quivering thighs, pushing them open. My legs tremble at his rough and insistent touch. He glowers at me, his lips twisting when he fingers the hem of the T-shirt. He yanks it over my head, tossing it to the floor before sweeping a hand down the front of my chest.
His gaze morphs from one of disdain to something decidedly more conflicted...which makes sense because he’s got his half-naked future sister-in-law on her back in his bed.
Crazy.
Just plain fucking nuts.
Still, the delicious anticipation is so thick in the air, it nearly chokes me.
Suddenly, his eyes ice over and the trepidation that flickered in their depths is no longer.
Thank God.
With one swift movement, he flips me onto my belly. His fingertips dance down the slope of my spine. One of his hands settles on my ass, the other closing around my throat. My hands instinctively fly up to my neck as the palm of his other hand sears my flesh.
I can’t even draw in enough of a breath to yelp from the pain.
He loosens his grip on my throat the slightest bit before slamming his other hand against my ass again. My spine tenses and a choked cry tumbles from my mouth.
Every time he spanks me, my pussy tingles and pulses with an agonizing need for his fingers, his mouth, his dick.
Anything.
