Page 45 of Beautiful Secrets

This fervent reaction makes no sense. Is must be because Cole is so damn good-looking. That handsome face watching as I try to suck his dick makes my body pulse through hot and cold, shock and awe, timidity and boldness.

The floor feels unsteady under me, and my pounding heart is doing nothing to calm me.

But if this is what it takes…

Cole groans. The hand fisted in my hair loosens. He caresses my jaw, my cheek, the bridge of my nose while his eyes drink up the sight of me. Then he starts moving in and out of my mouth.

I can feel every inch of his dick sliding between lips that prickle with heightened awareness while sending urgent signals through my body.

For the first time ever, I wonder what it would be like to make love to a man. To willingly give something that was only ever taken by force.

I may have had idle thoughts about it before. But nothing this intense.

This…real.

Cole’s dick starts to throb in my mouth. I try and move my tongue against him, hoping to trigger something, but he pulls out of me with his jaw bunching like I pissed him off.

Before I can manage more than a gasp, he scoops me off the floor and tosses me onto the bed so hard that I bounce.

This is about the money, isn’t it? Did he even buy the lie about my money? Was he just playing some sick mind game with me?

Instinct kicks in. I try and get away, flipping onto my tummy and leopard crawling over the bed.

Cole snatches my ankles. Tugs.

My shirt hikes up to my ribs as I struggle to get free.

He climbs onto the bed, plants a hand on my lower back, and pushes me down.

“No, please! Please don’t!” I yell.

I struggle furiously until he wrenches my arms out in front of me. Pain shoots through my shoulder blades. I go still, pressing my head into the sheets as I fight back terrified tears.

Oh fuck. Fuck!

How could I have been so stupid?

This was never going to be just a blowjob.

Men are vile and disgusting. Pure fucking evil. Why would I think that Cole is any different? He is just as bad as—

A hard slap to my ass cuts off the thought. Thankfully, my boxers stifle the pain some. I still yelp out—but more in surprise than anything else.

As if he’s not satisfied with such a mediocre response, Cole rips the boxers down until the elastic strap nestles just beneath the curve of my ass. Cool air moves over my skin—and that’s when I realize I’ve drenched the fabric between my legs.

Shame blows hot kisses over my face. I burrow my head deeper into the sheets, trying to cover every inch of my face with my hair.

Cole slides his hand over my ass, and then slaps me again. My body jerks at the pain, and I try to curl inward.

He presses harder into the small of my back, flattening me out. “Do you know why I’m punishing you, little rabbit?” He slaps me again, harder.

My head is starting to spin.

“I don’t like being lied to.”

Ice shoots through my body.

Oh God.