Page 18 of Snake


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I was no thief. I was a good girl, just one who’d been turned into a survivor.

When he pressed his hand down on the small of my back, I took a deep breath. His touch alone was enough to light a dozen forest fires and the first scent of my longing wafted straight to my nostrils. This was horrible. Oh, my God. He’d get the wrong impression. He’d think I was enjoying this.

No way.

I hated dominating men.

Like he cared. “Now, if you’re a good girl and stay in position, maybe I’ll cut it back to twenty-five. If you’re not, then I might add on.”

“No. No. Please. I’ll be good. I promise.” I never begged, not even when the monster was hurting me.

“You should have thought about that before. I can’t believe a goddamn word you’re saying. Stealing my fucking truck. You would’ve gotten yourself killed. Jesus!” He dared to rub his hand from one side of my bottom to the other.

When he took a step back, I gathered enough energy to try to crawl to the other side.

With one massive hand wrapped around my ankle, he yanked me back to the edge of the bed. “Do I need to tie you down, cause I have some thick rope and I’m happy to do it.”

I wasn’t getting out of this. “No. I’ll be good. I promise.”

“Uh-huh. I’ll be the judge of that.”

The second I heard a snapping sound, I gritted my teeth. Thank God I did because when he cracked the thick leather across my bottom, an explosion of pain occurred in my butt and down my legs.

“Ouch!” My scream was high-pitched, and I could swear I’d amused him.

“We’re just getting started.”

He brought it down twice more, the sound almost as bad as the sharp sting coursing through me. I buried my face in the comforter, squeezing my fists around the material. This was one of the worst things I’d ever been through.

Maverick didn’t waste any time, issuing four in rapid succession, the hard thudding sound echoing in the entire room. And I was still aroused, electrified by the experience. How was that possible?

“That’s better,” he mumbled, taking a few seconds to rub the rough pads of his fingers in lazy circles across my heated skin. I’d never known a spanking could hurt this much.

I squeezed my eyes shut, fearing tears were about to form. I refused to allow him to see me cry. Another volley of harsh strikes came within seconds, so many that I lost count.

Unable to stop my body’s reaction, I kicked out, pushing up on my hands at the same time. He shoved me down immediately, his growls deeper than before.

“Didn’t I tell you to stay in position?”

“Didn’t I tell you that I’d be good from now on?” I countered.

His laugh was deep, husky, and sent another thread of shivers into every muscle. “Yes, you will.”

My pleas didn’t work, the spanking continuing. I couldn’t stop wiggling, moaning, and clawing the bed. All the while I was moaning from both anguish and arousal, my nipples so sensitive that every touch of the bedding material made them more electrified.

I had no sense of time, the round of discipline setting me on fire, my bottom aching and would for some time. When he finally stopped a second time, caressing my aching skin, I took gulping breaths.

“There. That should be an excellent deterrent for you. It’s called stealing, not something you want to aspire to.” The intense rumble of his voice skimming over me set off a series of firecrackers, only some of them about the longing that left the insides of my thighs slickened, my mouth watering from the thought of taking his big, thick cock.

Appalled at my thoughts, when I heard his boots taking a few steps, my natural survival kicked in along with pent-up rage that had been brewing for two years.

I jumped off the bed, flying toward him with my fists clenched. I could tell I’d surprised the hell out of him when he turned sharply toward me, forced to attempt deflecting my blows.

“You think you’re a big, bad wolf, don’t you? You think you can take what you want?” The words just flew out of my mouth and as much as I wanted to be annoyed with him, his actions had enticed me to the point every inch of skin was over-sensitized, my heart fluttering. He had the most incredible effect on me and it was confusing.

But I hungered for more.

“Yeah, I am and I do.” Even the way his upper lip curled make me want to pull it between my teeth, sucking and biting.

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