Page 39 of Betrayed

Either way, he’s going to get information out of me.

“Maybe?” I squeak.

I cry out as a line of fire burns from hip to hip. My eyes open to the black silk of the blindfold, and my hands pull back against theties.

Tears spring to my eyes, more from guilt than pain. “I may have left one detail out.”

“Did you?” He trails his hand down the welted curve of my backside, and my body shudders.

I hear the belt drop to the floor. And he climbs onto the bed.

One strong thigh pushes between mine, spreading me open. I’m naked, flushed, soaked, fully exposed. From his vantage point behind me, on my knees with my legs spread like this, he can see every inch of me.

“You can tell me after,” he mutters, voice like smoke. “Now? I want to take you.”

“Then take me,” I whisper.

He yanks my hair back, lips brushing my ear. “You don’t give the orders.”

I whimper, need tightening inside me like a spring.

Lucian moves slowly, torturously. His fingers skim down my ribs, down the side of my breast, barely touching. My nipples harden, aching for attention, but he ignores them.

“You know what this means?” he murmurs, breath warm against my collarbone.

My voice shakes. “That I trust you.”

“Wrong,” he whispers darkly. “It means you’re mine.”

His hand slides lower, settling between my thighs. “Every inch. Every breath. Every fucking heartbeat—you belong to me.”

He dips a finger into my slick heat and groans.

“Dripping for me,” he mutters. “Soaked from punishment. You like it when I spank you?”

“Yes,” I gasp.

He stills.

“Say it.”

“I like it when you spank me.”

He growls low in his throat. “I’ll give you what you need, baby. But not before you beg.”

His mouth finds the inside of my thigh. Kisses. Bites. I flinch as his teeth graze the tender skin close to my core.

Then a hot stripe of tongue.

My hips jerk, but the restraints hold.

He licks me again, once, slow and precise.

I scream.

“Who owns this pussy?” he demands.

“You do.”