Page 14 of The More I Hate


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He continued to relentlessly pursue me. “I don’t mind an audience for what I’m about to do…but you might.”

I blanched, tripping over my skirt in my momentary distraction.

Taking advantage, he lunged.

Before I could object, he snatched me around the waist and bent me over the billiards table. A rush of chilled air raised goosebumps on the exposed flesh of my thighs as he flipped the voluminous skirt of my dress over my hips to expose my silk panties.

“How dare you!” My words hissed from between my clenched teeth as I flattened my palms against the green felt and tried to force up my torso.

He placed a firm hand between my shoulder blades to keep me in place. “You are about to learn I will dare a great deal when it comes to you.”

The retort died on my lips as he landed a sharp, stinging slap on my right ass cheek.

I cried out, more from shock than pain. “Are you mad? Unhand me!”

Luc responded by peppering my ass several more times, building in intensity with each connection of his palm against my silk-clad bottom.

I curled my hands into fists, pounding them on the billiards table. “Stop! It hurts!”

“It’s supposed to hurt,” he taunted. “It’s a punishment.”

I glared at him over my shoulder. “I’m not some little girl to be spanked over your knee!”

Fisting my hair, he leaned over me, his lips mere inches from mine. His gaze moved from my lips to my eyes.

My breath seized. Was he going to kiss me again? Did I want him to?

My toes curled inside my high heels as I clenched my inner thighs.

Everything about this was dark and twisted. It was as if the very air crackled with barely suppressed sexual violence, like the moment right before receiving a shock from an exposed wire. There was the spark. You knew the pain was coming. You could feel the rush of adrenaline as your body prepared for it. You knew there would be this sick rush of euphoria afterward, as if you just cheated death.

Then for some strange reason you couldn’t explain, you found yourself stretching your fingertip out again…to touch the wire…one more time.

I should be enraged. I should be screaming for the authorities, and yet there was something arousing about having him looming over me, his body weight pinning me down, his punishing hand on my skin. How the pain made my body come alive in ways I hadn’t felt before, my dull existence having tamped down all other forms of emotion.

Finally, he warned, “If you don’t want to be punished like a misbehaving little girl, then next time don’t behave like one.”

I narrowed my eyes. “I hate you.”

The corner of his mouth lifted. “Fortunately, love is not a prerequisite for a society marriage… or fucking.”

My cheeks flushed scarlet at the crude word. It wasn’t that I was so sheltered I’d never heard the word, I just wasn’t used to it being uttered in my presence.

Rising to his full height, he spanked me several more times.

Heat spread through my body, a mixture of arousal and anger, the two emotions mingling in a way that left me confused and helpless.

“Do you like that?” His voice was low and husky as he continued to punish my ass.

I gritted my teeth, trying to fight back the moan that threatened to escape my lips. I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing that he was turning me on, but at the same time, I couldn’t help but feel my pussy growing wetter with each sharp smack.

“Answer me,” he growled, punctuating his words with another hard slap to my ass.

I refused.

His chuckle sent shivers down my spine. “Still want to be stubborn? Good,” he said. “Because we’re just getting started.” And with that, he pulled me up onto my feet and pinned me against the wall, his hard cock pressing against my thigh as he wrapped his fingers around my neck.

He squeezed my throat, and my body wanted to flee, fight, rage, and run as far away from this man as possible, all at once.

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