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“Go to the wall,” he commanded, his voice suddenly deeper, darker.
With a shiver, I went.
“Turn around.”
I turned.
“Place your hands on the wall and don’t move.”
I settled my palms flat. There was the clanking of a belt buckle being undone and I swiveled my head to watch him get undressed.
“Eyes forward,” he demanded, stilling his movement. “If you turn around again, I’ll stop right now and leave you wet and unsatisfied.”
“You bast—”
He stalked toward me and quickly spanked the curve of my ass, causing me to inhale a sharp breath.
I’d been unprepared for his edicts, but his every word caused me to listen intently to his commands and do as he said.
He gently rubbed the sting away, and my skin was warm from the attention.
I closed my eyes and pushed into his hand.
He removed it and then I heard his boots hitting the floor, followed by the rustling of his jeans as he took them off.
I felt him at my back, the warmth of him, the strength of his body.
He was in the prime of his life—and I was going to be the recipient of his stamina, and of his desire.
“Spread your legs. Wider. Good. Just like that.”
He took a finger and drew a nonsensical shape on the small of my back and then dragged it lower, between my cheeks, but not stopping. He continued until he was at my slit. He pressed just the tip into me again and it took every ounce of my being not to push against him. He paused for a moment and then rewarded me and went in farther.
“So, youcanlisten.”
“Shut up, Duke.”
He withdrew his finger and then quickly slapped the curve of one cheek.
I moaned and pressed my forehead to the cool, smooth wall.
“You like that, don’t you?”
He slapped me again, causing me to wriggle in pleasure and pain.
I heard him drop to his knees and then his thumbs were spreading my cheeks. He tongued my wet slit, darting in and out until I was a panting, writhing mess.
“Mmm,” he murmured. “Fucking delicious.”
I was just on the verge of coming when he pulled away—yet again.
Biting my lip so I wouldn’t curse him out, I quickly forgot his torture because I felt the head of his shaft tease my entrance, smearing my desire all over my skin.
He pressed at the small of my back, signaling he wanted me to bend and arch.
“If only you could see yourself right now,” he growled. “You’re bent over like a fucking offering. God damn, Willa.”
“Please, Duke,” I begged.
