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“I’m going to destroy you,” he said with a dangerous tone wrapped around his voice.
“Then do it.”
“Help me, God. For I’m about to sin.”
I pressed my hands against his shirt, taking shallow breaths as I stared up at him. As soon as I wrapped my fingers around his shirt, clutching as if my life depended on it, he issued a rugged growl and dipped his head, cupping both my breasts. Every touch was rough, a wash of pain gripping my muscles as he pinched both fully aroused buds.
“Oh. Oh, yes.” I no longer recognized my voice.
“Perfect.”
I arched my back even more, mewing as he wrapped his wet lips around my nipple.
“Oh, God.” Nothing could have prepared me for the heat of his breath or the scintillating rush of emotions and dazzling sensations coursing through me like a raging storm.
Moaning, I fought with his shirt, ripping it from his trousers, struggling to reach his cock. The moment I was able to slide my fingers across the thick bulge, I was thrown into a powerful rush of adrenaline. Every sound he made fueled the fire between us, the man turning into a crazed animal as he sucked and nippedmy tender tissue. I was crazed with need, longing to feel the heat of our bodies pressed together.
Stars in the brightest colors floated in front of my eyes as the rush of excitement turned into an almost desperate need we both shared. I was crazed with longing, managing to slide my hand under his shirt. The single touch of his skin seared the tips of my aching fingers. We tore at each other’s clothes, and I was certain I’d popped a button on his shirt. What did I care?
He was so authoritative when he wrapped a finger around the edge of my thong, snapping his wrist forcefully. His grin was almost entirely evil, but I loved his sudden recklessness, the barbaric state he was in, something the organized and controlled man had never allowed me to see. After shoving my nicest pair of red lace panties into his trousers, he shook his head.
“You are a bad little girl.”
Experiencing his playful side was also entirely different. I’d once told him to get the stick out of his ass. It had been my sweet eighteenth birthday party and I’d been showing off for friends, finding an open bottle of liquor. By that point, the four of us were headed to a long, drunken night and visits to the toilet. He’d yanked the bottle from my hand, glaring at me before muttering something about turning me over his knee and spanking me. According to him, that’s exactly what had been missing in my life.
“Do you remember my eighteenth birthday?” I asked out of the blue.
He narrowed his engaging eyes for a few seconds before lifting a single eyebrow. “How could I forget? I had to pump coffee into you so your father wouldn’t find out you’d been drinking. Youcalled me every horrible name you could think of. Come to think of it, your girlfriends did as well.”
“Oops.”
“Uh-huh. I still owe you a spanking for that ugly behavior.”
I laughed, the sound happier than I could remember in a long time. “See. You wouldn’t dare since I’m all grown up.”
Maddox moved to my other nipple, flicking his tongue back and forth before biting down. “Careful, little girl. You’re not in charge. And daring me isn’t in your best interest.”
Why did his possessive words thrill me as much as they did? “Oh, yeah? You won’t touch me.”
Maybe a huge part of me had wanted him to spank me that night, to treat me like a bad little girl. As he pulled away, sitting on the rocky floor, I almost started to laugh. But the second he grabbed my arm, yanking me over his lap, I was torn by the rush of desire and shock. He jerked my dress up to my waist, exposing my bottom. I was stuck in the haze of shock, whimpering like I was a small child.
He didn’t hesitate to make good on his promise, bringing his hand down in rapid succession. Holy crap. I was shocked how much it hurt, and he was only using his hand.
If I remembered correctly, he’d threatened the use of his belt all those years go. Okay, so my behavior had been completely reckless and he’d managed to keep me from facing my father’s wrath, but it was the night I’d told him I hated him with all my heart. Meanwhile, the truth was it had been the first moment I’d embraced the crush I had.
Especially after my girlfriends had all but thrown themselves at him. When he hadn’t responded, only speaking to them gruffly, all three of them had been convinced he was gay. What bullshit.
When he brought his palm down repeatedly, I wiggled in his lap, humping the thick bulge between his legs. The insanity of what he was doing kept me in a state of awe, the pain turning into pure agony.
“You’ll need to learn that rules are important,” he said gruffly, although there was amusement in his voice.
“I play by my own rules.”
He chuckled as he’d done before, the sound adding another series of chills. “You’ll learn. I’m just the man to teach you.”
I closed my eyes, involuntarily throwing back my arm, pressing the back of my hand across my aching bottom. The heat had already built, the sting something I knew would remain all night long. And dear God, I was so wet, my pussy throbbing. I had a feeling his trousers would carry the burden of my longing for at least a couple of hours. It served him right for spanking me.
He grabbed my arm, pressing and holding it against the small of my back. “None of that or I will give you the spanking I promised you on that adventurous birthday.”
