Page 45 of Dark Breaker

My eyes continue to linger between his legs. I want to know what his cock looks like. I want to know how it feels inside me.

What? Where did that come from? No I don’t.

“I’m not going to fuck you,” he tells me, drawing my gaze back to his face.

I frown, confused. “You’re not?”

He shakes his head. “That’ll be a reward for good behavior. You’ve been a very bad girl, you see. No fucking for you.”

He tosses his tie aside and slips off his jacket. Then he unbuttons his shirt. I can only watch, mesmerized. I stare at his tattooed, muscular chest. I’ve never seen someone so lean. He literally has a ten pack. A ten-fucking pack. Each muscle is so cut, hell, I could probably grate cheese on those abdominals of his.

Mmm. I so want to run my fingers across those hard abs, and to rub the creases between those striated pectorals.

No I don’t!

He’s so fucking cut. So fucking lean.

Mmm.

Okay, maybe I want him just a little bit.

I swallow eagerly, but when I glance at his eyes and see the contempt there as he basks in my admiring gaze, it’s kind of a turn off.

“You wish you could fuck me, don’t you?” he teases.

I sniff, and look away.

He grabs my wrist and pulls me toward him. I see something else in his eyes now. Sheer, unmitigated desire.

He sits on the bed next to me and pulls me onto his lap.

“Hey—”

Before I can finish he turns me over so that my butt is facing up .

“What—”

He reaches into the hem of my romper shorts and rips them off, leaving only my panties in place.

“Hey, those are expensive!” I tell him. It’s a lame excuse, considering I didn’t pay for them, but I can’t think of anything else.

He leaves the romper in place around my knees so that they’re pinned together.

I look over my shoulders at him.

“Don’t you touch me,” I warn him.

His eyes glint malevolently and he lifts a palm into the air, holding it there defiantly, poised to strike.

Don’t you dare!

He slaps me hard in the ass.

I shout in pain. I can’t believe this. He hit me! Fucking hit me!

He strikes again, and I cry out in pain.

“Don’t touch me!”