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That wasn’t the only thing either.
My pussy felt like it had caught flame too, and that was far worse than the belt. I didn’t understand why I had this insurmountable surge of arousal burning through me at being treated so roughly. I hadn’t had any choice in how this all went down. It hadn’t mattered that I had indicated that I’d rather go to jail than face life with a stranger all the way on the other side of the country. My straight-out refusal had only ended up with my ass red and welted while I’d still ended up at his side anyway.
I reached to try to tug my skirt down a bit further, fully convinced the marks descended far enough down my thighs to be visible to anyone walking by in the halls, and my pussy clenched hard. They’d know that I’d had my bottom belted like a naughty little girl.
I jerked my gaze from one face to the next as I strode by. Did they already know? Had everyone heard me screaming and crying during the whole ordeal? How thin were the walls here? Would they know he used his belt?
My mortification quickly overwhelmed me, and I turned my eyes back down to the floor, staring at Cormac’s designer leather shoes instead. My face felt like it was as red as my ass.
Why would I be turned on by having no control over the outcome of my life, or at the very least, the next year of it, and whatever became of me after that?
Even as I thought it, my skin prickled with heat. My nipples were incredibly hard, and I quickly crossed my arms over my chest in a ploy to hide them. The slight pressure only made my situation worse, and I huffed in annoyance. How dare he do this to me?
The two of us exited out the back of the courthouse. I peered back at the unlabeled door, figuring it was probably some staff-only entrance. As soon as the door clapped shut behind us, a blacked-out limo turned the corner and slipped into view, coming to a stop right in front of us. Cormac waited until the driver came around the car and opened the door for us. He casually gestured for me to climb in first.
There was no way for me to climb in without exposing my scorched backside in some form, so I scrambled in as quickly as I could. I flinched when I sat down a little too hard and I refused to even look up to see if the driver or Cormac had noticed. I didn’t want to see his smirk of victory at knowing my bottom was still sore. I wouldn’t be able to live it down. I pressed my thighs together and slid my hands on top of them. I could feel my legs trembling beneath my fingers and I glanced over as Cormac slid into the seat beside me.
I couldn’t stop myself from staring at his hands. They were even rougher up close than I had imagined. His digits were thick and callused, and I couldn’t help but wonder what they would feel like sliding against my skin.
Or maybe even between my legs.
My inner voice was apparently just as turned on as my body was.
Shut the fuck up, you little bitch.
She didn’t. She just spiraled into an even deeper hole of needy arousal as I sat there miserably and took it. I slid as far away from Cormac as I possibly could. I angled my body a bit so I could see him out of the corner of my eye. I took advantage when he wasn’t looking in my direction and studied his features.
In any other context, he would be considered a catch. He was incredibly handsome, with a caring, husky voice and the eye color people paid a lot of money just to marginally duplicate with custom contacts. As long as he had some modicum of talent, he could make it big in Hollywood just based off his looks alone. Honestly, if he could pose for a picture, he’d have a model career in ten seconds flat and probably be featured on whatever magazine cover he wanted. Hell, he’d probably make sexiest man of the year without even trying.
I clenched my thighs tighter together. He was clearly muscular, so much so that the buttons strained just the slightest bit across his chest. I’d only seen a hint of a tattoo on his wrist and a part of me wondered where else his ink ventured. Did he have full sleeves? Was his chest tatted too?
When he turned his head, I quickly jerked mine to the window, gazing outward as the limo cruised down the highway. I tried not to think about this being the first time I’d ever ridden in a limo. I hadn’t even gone to my high school prom. My friends and I had ditched that lame event in favor of sneaking into a secret underground rave instead. I smirked. That had been quite the night. It had been far more fun getting blitzed with Tina and Stacy and dancing until the sun rose the next morning. I wondered if I’d ever see them again.
Fat chance since Cormac is taking you clear across the country.
My pussy chose that exact moment to throb hard enough to make my muscles tense. A soft cry fell off my lips as I hugged my arms around my waist and prayed that a black hole would open up right beneath me and suck me straight out of my miserable existence.
“Are you alright?” Cormac asked, the smooth rumble of his voice making my stomach somersault with cruel, unwanted desire.
I didn’t dignify him with an answer, and I told myself it was because I didn’t want to, not because I was scared that if I spoke out loud, he’d be able to hear the desire in my voice. My cheeks flared with heat, and I stared out the window with extreme focus. I noticed that we were exiting the highway into a more rural area outside the city. I didn’t recognize it offhand, but the few houses we passed by appeared to be luxuriously expensive with perfectly manicured landscapes and bright, freshly painted siding.
Cormac didn’t force me to talk or make any other sordid threats, and the two of us sat together in tenuous silence until we pulled into a private airport a short time later. I would have been surprised by how close it was to all those nice mansions, but I supposed that even rich people hated wasting time commuting in the luxurious cars that they’d probably spent way too much money on to pay other people to drive for them.
People like Cormac Murphy…
The limo pulled to a stop and the driver came around and opened the door for us. Cormac climbed out first. He offered a hand to help me climb out, but I refused to take it. In my rush to get by him, I stumbled. I was certain that I was just about to eat the pavement when his arms reached out around me, and he caught me. The scent of his cologne felt like a heady intoxication in combination with the desire already swirling in my veins. This time, his close proximity felt very different, and the sudden vision of his naked body thrusting in between my thighs flashed before my eyes.
I swallowed heavily, trying to choke back the immediate shame that followed so wicked a fantasy. His blue eyes bored into mine and I couldn’t help but notice the softness contained within them. Did he care about me? Why would he go out of the way to take a girl like me under his wing? I was an orphaned criminal that had no one in her life now. No mom, no more father, no more friends.
Was it pity? Was I just some charitable sob story he could brag about to his friends in whatever elite circles he was a part of? He lifted me up gently.
“Careful now. No need to rush. The plane isn’t going to go anywhere without the two of us,” he explained softly.
He helped me back up and unfurled his arms from around me and I was horrified to realize that I already missed their warm embrace. I didn’t want to care about him. More than that though, I didn’t want him to care about me.
“Thanks,” I mumbled, wanting to be polite.
I waited in silence as his gaze searched my face. I stared at the pavement until he finally turned and walked inside. There was no security or TSA of any kind to stop us, and he led me straight through the place onto the tarmac where there was a private jet waiting for us. The driver followed, waiting for us to climb the stairs and board ahead of him.
