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“You didn’t follow the rules, love. So you don’t get to come.”

“No, no, please. I’ll beg. Please.Pleaselet me come.”

The throaty rasp of his chuckle makes me shiver. He spanks me again and again, until the pain is nothing but a throbbing burn he soothes away before it returns with a vengeance.

“Good girls follow rules, while bad girls get punished.” He shoves my panties to the side, cool air hitting my core.

I’m a little afraid someone is gonna walk back in and see me like this.

My God, the mortification, especially with Boris right outside the room. But I need this so badly that I don’t care.

“Please. I’ll be good, I promise.”

His gaze turns molten, teeth clenched as he slaps me again. “I know you will.”

Another heavy strike has me gasping with a cry, whimpering and writhing, as he touches me there, teasing me before another slap comes. The pleasure and pain morphs into one, tears forming in the corners of my eyes from the sheer need, the throbbing of my skin. I’ve never understood what orgasm denial felt like until now. It’s torture.

He rams two fingers into me, teasing me to the brink before slowing his rhythm. Beneath, his rock-hard dick pushes into me, making me crave it.

But being like this—over his knee, completely exposed and at his mercy—it’s hot. I’m enjoying every bit of this sweet torture.

His fingers slide through my core, playing with my opening, teasing me with my own slickness as he drags his fingertips to my puckered hole. “Going to have this too.”

He pushes into it, and I moan from the sensation, knowing I’d let this man do anything he wants to me.

“Please, please…”

“I love hearing you beg me for pleasure.”

His touch returns to my center, thrusting deeper, working my clit at the same time while my hair is still trapped in his curled fist.

“Hear that?” He takes me harder, the sound of my wetness filling the space around us. “Your pussy is soaked, baby. All for me.”

“Yes, it’s all yours.” My voice drops, crying out for more.

When he touches my clit this time, I fall apart, completely overtaken by the most intense orgasm of my entire life.

“Oh fuck, that’s it, baby. Squirt all over me.”

I can’t believe he made me do that again. I’ve read about this, but never believed it was real.

He continues to drive his fingers deeper until I’m completely spent, breathing out heavily as I collapse against him. He tugs my head back by my hair, his gaze locking on to mine as he searches my eyes. Then, without warning, he captures my lips in a kiss that’s both deep and intoxicating. Every part of me is completely captivated by him.

His growl is thick and strained, a raw and savage sound that resonates through my core as his tongue twists around mine. The man is pure animal, and I’ll gladly volunteer to be his prey every single time.

He pulls back, his stare intensifying as he fixes my panties and lowers my dress before placing me back on his lap. When I glance down, I find a wet stain on one of his pant legs.

“Oh my God.” My hand cups my mouth, but he only laughs.

“I’ll wear it like a badge of honor.”

“You’re truly a madman.”

The back of his hand strokes across my jaw. “I’ll be anything you want me to be.”

My head falls against his shoulder, and he winds his arm around me, holding me so tight, I feel like I somehow belong with this man. This crazy man who makes me feel things. Scary things. Not just sexually, but emotionally.

I’d really like to keep him, but the universe has never cared about what I want. It takes without warning, just like it took my mother.