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I hated myself for it and the betrayal my body was showing. How could even the tiniest part of me have this level of desire? It was crazy. Eye candy or not, he was a very reprehensible man with no soul.
I braced myself as if already teetering off the edge of a cliff, the bottom nowhere in sight. Yet the moment he cracked the thick leather strap against something that I couldn’t see, the explosive sound forced a yelp.
I sensed I’d amused him. The bastard was enjoying inflicting pain. That’s what he did for fun. He bullied then beat people. “Bastard.”
“Watch your mouth, little girl.”
The hard crack of the whip against my bottom dragged me from the imagery and I jerked up with enough force, my back immediately ached.
“Settle down, Raven. We’re just beginning.”
I wanted so badly to lash out, to call him every name I could think of. Even as I mentally did so, I knew better than to dare open my mouth again. The kind of suffering he could cause me I’d likely never recover from.
He issued three additional strikes, the ease with which he snapped his wrist just another indication he’d done this before. It was obvious he was a very sadistic man. The pain was terrible, pushing me to the point where stars floated in front of my eyes, but I refused to cry out again. I wasn’t going to provide the bastard with a single bit of satisfaction.
The spanking continued, every smack of the belt echoing in my ears, every flash of agony pushing tears to my eyes. But there wasn’t a single salty bead that fell, something I could be proud of. I almost laughed from the thought. Proud? Was I out of my mind? Yes. Ten thousand times yes.
When he took a step away, even pacing by the bottom of the bed, I was able to take a decent full breath. Then I studied him, realizing my nipples were hard as tiny pebbles, the throbbing between my legs increasing. And my juice had already stained both my inner thighs. I would spend time admonishing myself later after I managed to get away from the brute.
He turned toward me, his chest rising and falling. It was obvious he was still processing what I’d done and told him. When he returned to his position of authority, I sucked in and held my breath.
His touch gentle, he caressed one side of my bruised bottom then the other, the tenderness so unexpected, a moan escaped. Mortified as before, I bit down on my bottom lip, tasting blood after a few seconds. I couldn’t do this. I couldn’t allow him to get to me in any way.
“You’re so wet, princess. Your pussy lips are glistening. It’s obvious discipline is good for you. I’m curious. Do you have a boyfriend?”
I snorted my answer. “Right now, I hate all men.”
He laughed in his sultry way, adding a series of vibrations dancing down the backs of my legs, curling my toes. “Then you haven’t experienced a real man in your life.”
The statement was as if he would be the one to teach me filthy things. Over my dead body. As he resumed the round of punishment, I did everything I could to force my mind elsewhere, planning the sorority’s demise. I was months away from graduating. Why would I bother pledging a freaking sorority now?
Mommy dearest.
I wasn’t going to do it any longer. I couldn’t.
When he brought the belt down across my thighs, I panted several times, the pain ever more significant. Then he rubbed the rough pads of his fingertips around my buttocks in circles, pushing me to a beautiful moment where the anguish morphed into something else entirely. I pressed my face into the soft comforter, clawing the bedding as I tried to keep my breathing even.
And failed.
Arman suddenly placed the strap only a foot away from my face, leaning over as he’d done before, his rugged face dangerously close to mine. “I want you to hear what I’m telling you, Raven. You entered the lair of a predator, but you already know that. Don’t you? I’m not done with you yet, princess. You intrigue me. You frustrate me. And you entice me.”
“What does that mean?” The dull throbbing in my pussy drifted into something more intense, the ache building to a precipice. Even my scent of desire had increased, so much so I was lost in a haze that for a few seconds I never wanted to be removed from.
He chuckled and rolled the tip of a single finger down my spine to the crack of my ass. I stiffened, taking gasping breaths from the desire continuing to roar through me. When he dared swirl the tip of his finger around my clit, there was no possible way of stopping the series of whimpers.
“That means that you owe me, sweet Raven. The moment you made the mistake of entering my world, you belonged to me. And I taste and take what I own.”
CHAPTER4
Arman
Raven Cartier.
Fuck.
Anger and desire continued to be a dangerous combination. Perhaps karma was sending me a reprehensible message, or a gift that could be used to my benefit.
There was no possible way she was Thomas Cartier’s daughter.
