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“It’s going to hurt,” he warns.

“Will you kiss it all better after?”

His voice softens immediately, vowing, “Always, rainbow.”

“Use me,” I sensually beg. “Take me to the dark side.”

Chapter Fifty-One

Iris

His hands disappear, leaving me bereft.

Over the pounding in my ears, I hear the noise of rustling and the loud clanking of his belt buckle. The daunting whoosh as he pulls the slim leather out of the loops.

I shake in my heels as I gulp in air.

Minutes pass, and he still doesn’t touch me.

I don’t dare peer over my shoulder, loving the suspense and the waiting. His quiet breathing keeps me tethered to him. The cool and smooth leather touching the curve of my right ass cheek makes me jump.

Kian rounds to my side, still caressing me with his belt intentionally. The threat of it lingers in the compact space, heightening my anticipation. I notice he’s taken his suit jacket off and folded the sleeves of his shirt up to his elbows, mesmerizing me with those veiny forearms and the expensive watch on his left wrist.

“Arch your hips higher,” he commands, tapping the spot with the belt. Resting his forearm on the railing in front of me, he drawls, “I’m going to give you six strikes. When it gets too much, bite down on my arm.”

“Okay,” I whisper.

“Good girl.”Smack!

“AHH!!!” No warning, no holds barred, he spanks me again. The next scream blending with the first. “Oh! It hurts! It hurts!”

My ass smarts every time his belt lands hard on my vulnerable skin. The intoxicating pain shoots up and down my spine as tears leak from my eyes.

Yet I’ve never felt more alive.

“You’ll take it,” growls Kian, pinching the sore spot with his palm. “The same way I had to watch my brother kiss you like he had a right.”

“I’m-m sorry!”

“Then don’t go near him.”

Smack!

“Don’t be alone with him.”

Smack!

“Don’t fucking touch him.”

Smack!

“These three rules are what’ll keep him alive, Iris. Otherwise, his death will be on your conscience as much as mine.”

The final and most vicious lash lands on both my ass cheeks.

I bite down on his wrist, as silent sobs rack my body—every inch of me throbs in a mix of pain and toxic pleasure. My head is floating on a cloud. When I squeeze my thighs together, wetness coats the insides, trailing down from my pussy.

Kian’s harsh panting penetrates through my frazzled brain.