I don’t sound remotely convincing.
“You know, you’re not supposed to lie to me.”
“You lied to me.” I bite my lip, my vision going a bit hazy as he sinks into my depths. Thumb swirling my clit, he circles over and over as he thrusts ruthlessly, high inside me.
His gaze dips to my mouth. “That was a mistake I won’t make again.”
Thinking is impossible. All I manage is a soft whimper as he owns my body. My hips start to rock, and needy, mindless desire takes over, consuming me. The first swells of a powerful orgasm threaten, looming large.
So close.
So fast.
So good.
I’m right there.
Mason pulls away, leaving me hanging on the very edge.
Something vicious and demanding makes my blood run hot. I glare at him and yell, “Don’t stop!”
One menacing brow rises.
We stare at each other.
I feel entitled.
Indignant.
Righ—
He smacks me, full on my mound.
My jaw drops. Tingles explode over my swollen flesh. My breath stutters. I’m torn between being horrified and wanting it again. I know which one is winning.
Please, do it again.I can’t say it out loud.
A satisfied smirk.
Another hard smack.
It stings, bringing tears to my eyes. This time they’re not from emotion, but a pleasure-filled pain. The sensation radiates outward in waves. My muscles contract, just enough to let me know orgasm is imminent.
Dear God, I am depraved. Simply mad. And I don’t think I care. All I care about is the want and the need and the lust.
More, more, more.
Again, again, again.
“Greedy girl,” he says, his voice a low threat. “Let’s get you occupied with something other than your own pleasure.”
I’m shaking. I thrust my hips into the air, seeking his hand.
Instead of compliance, he grips my chin.
I have to bite back the snap of annoyance.
He forces me to meet his gaze. “On your knees, girl.”