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“We’re not done,” I murmured, the words muffled against her throbbing skin.
A sharp gasp left her lips. “But…”
“But nothing, Vivian,” I snapped. “I’m not playing games. This is what you asked me for and I’m giving you nothing less. You don’t get to call it off when things suddenly get uncomfortable. There’s always going to be a time when things between us don’t go perfectly. We’ve been through too many of those times already. You don’t get to decide when to bow out, Vivian. Not anymore. This is you and me. For better or for worse. Remember?”
“But, I…”
Before the words left her lips, my belt came down on her harder than ever. I didn’t even take a breath before I brought it down again, and again, and again.
“Fourteen,” I growled, finally unleashing a breath.
“Rupert…” Sobs made her voice shake.
“Say it,” I ordered. She wasn’t backing out on us now. I wasn’t going to let her.
I stood back and waited while she collected herself. “You asked me for this, Vivian. If you want to know if I’ve marked you, you can look in the fucking mirror. What I want to know is, have I changed you?”
She panted erratically, the bruises darkening and lightening as her body heaved in the reflection of light from Minty’s window.
Her head shook slowly, sadly. “You haven’t changed me, Rupert,” she cried softly. Then she flicked her head, releasing curls across her back. “You’ve brought me home.”
My breath stuck in my throat. I still had one slap left, but her words had brought everything to a head. How could I spank her now?
She reached a hand behind herself and held onto mine. “Do it, Rupert,” she whispered, her words filled with intent. “We’re almost there.”
I gripped her fingers between mine and raised my right hand. Ossian’s face flashed across my lids and hatred peaked behind my eyes. I threw the weight of my anger into the last slap, throwing both of us into the wall. Vivian released a cry that could have shattered windows and I wrapped my arms around her stomach as we fell to the floor.
My lips attached themselves to the top of her shoulders, kissing and licking away the terrified sweat that laced her skin. Her arms reached forward and she gripped Minty’s rug as she pressed her bottom into my jeans. Her words were inaudible through the choked cries. In a muddle of arms, hands and fingers I unbuttoned my jeans and moaned aggressively as my cock unleashed. I sank my fingertips into her warmth and felt everything swell at the feel of soaking wet flesh against my skin.
Vivian
My whole body burned. It was as though he’d whipped nerve endings that reached my limbs and torso. Flames smouldered across every surface, my avalanche of tears doing little to drown them. My head swam with the torment. Excruciating pain, overwhelming relief, and love like I’d never known.
I had no idea what path he was going to take, but it made sense, and it worked. All thoughts of anything were expelled from my head and my heart. All my consciousness focused on one thing: the pain of the belt against my sensitive skin. The force of Rupert’s guilt and anger could be felt behind each slap. I wasn’t the only one with demons to release.
The pain made everything clear. It was meditative. When it was over, all that was left was bliss. He could have done anything to me and I’d have absorbed it all in a blur, but he did nothing.
He froze.
I throbbed restlessly around his fingers and dug my nails into the floor. I needed him deeper, desperately. But he didn’t move.
“Vivian…” His voice shook.
“Please…” I moaned, breathlessly. “Enter me. I need it. I need you.”
“Did you…” his voice cracked and he coughed to clear his throat. “You liked that?”
“I don’t know,” I whispered, honestly. “I think so.”
“You’re so wet.” He sounded awestruck. “I’ve never felt you so turned on.”
My head whipped to one side. “Then do something about it, Rupert,” I said. “Please.”
His forehead lowered to the crook of my neck and he eased himself inside me. I moaned, pushing myself back onto him greedily.
“Oh Christ,” Rupert said, stilling as I tilted my pelvis to take him deep. After a few seconds, he took my right hand and brought it beneath us, to the opening he’d filled. He pressed my palm to my clit and rested my fingertips against the base of his cock. It was thick and as rigid as a steel bar. My sex stretched around it, wet from where he’d turned me on.
“Touch me,” he said hoarsely, then he started to move. Veins and ridges ran slowly past my fingertips as he pulled out. Then, with an equal amount of control he drove deliciously into me, grazing the crown of his cock across a cluster of nerve endings. I closed my eyes and focused on the depth of him entering me slowly, repeatedly. Making me his.
