Page 25 of Don’t Hate Me (Secrets of Ravens Hollow #2)

Orlando’s eyes burn with a predatory hunger, a chilling glint in their depths that sends a wave of arousal through me.

We have unleashed something burning with white-hot fury, a force that’s absolutely beyond either of our control.

Regardless of the lingering tension and unspoken animosity, no matter the years of bad blood between us, the undeniable lust between us is a raw, primal urge that even I can’t deny.

Even now when I’m furious with him for trying to keep me here against my will, I want him like crazy and if he wants to prove something to me, let him.

I will find a way out of here eventually. He will see.

“You have one minute to get that dress off or I’m going to take great pleasure in punishing you, instead of pleasuring you.” He strips his belt from his pants and lays it on the bed in warning.

His dominance sends a chill through me, a good one. Why do I want to push him so he will punish me? Slowly I unzip my dress, letting it pool on the plush carpet below.

He produces a silk tie from his pocket, his eyes alight with mischief. “You don’t trust me yet, but you will. Turn around so I can show you I know what’s best for my treasure.”

I stare back at him, a bitchy-as-fuck smirk on my face. “How is your belt and a silk tie going to help me trust you?”

His fingers dust up my arm, lacing into my hair, then he pulls me closer into him as our lips meet. “Let go, Sloane. Give me your body for the afternoon, and I’ll show you what you need.”

My heart hammers in my chest. “How do I know you’re not going to make good on your threat to lock me to your bed permanently?”

He tilts his head, and I see the ideas running wild. Fuck. Then his damn sexy lips twist up at the sides. “You don’t, that’s the fun of it.”

My glare intensifies, and he chuckles lightheartedly, already having way too much fun at my expense.

It’s not that I don’t trust him to pleasure me, I do.

Over the last few days, he has more than shown me what an attentive lover he can be, but he also has this fucked-up side that I know is always lurking just below the surface. What if I do something to trigger him?

He moves around behind me, his hands lingering on my skin, running down over my bare stomach and up and over my tits.

I suck in a breath, his ever-so-light touch causing a frenzy within me.

“Cynthia would already be on her knees begging for Rhett and Dominic to take control of her body any way they want. Why do you still fight me, treasure?”

“Have you been reading my book again?” I huff as he moves back around to face me eye to eye, stroking that damn tie through his fingers.

“Turn around, treasure, let me play with you.” His words make my pussy clench.

Fuck. I swallow the lump in my throat and reluctantly turn around for him. I feel his warm body pressing closer into mine as he places the tie over my eyes, blindfolding me.

His hand runs down the front of my body over my tits, then my stomach, his touch light.

He settles between my legs, cupping my pussy in a way that makes my breath hitch.

“If I take away your sight, all of your other senses will compensate, making this experience unlike anything you have ever had.” His warm breath dusts over my neck. “I want you on all fours on our bed.”

“What are you going to do to me?” I ask, my voice shakier than I want it to be.

His lips are on my earlobe. “Fuck you so good you will never want to leave me.” His dirty words send a shiver right down to my pussy. He slips a finger inside my panties, his fingers exploring through my folds. Then he pushes two of them deep inside of me, and I moan out loud.

“Fuck, Orlando.”

“Feels so good, doesn’t it, treasure. Better start following my instructions. Every minute you hesitate to trust me is another lashing of my belt.” His fingers slip out of me.

I look over my shoulder toward him even though I can’t see a thing. “That’s not fair. I didn’t know that was your rule,” I complain.

“My only rule this afternoon is to trust me. So far, you’re not doing very well.” I feel his fingers press into my mouth. “Suck,” he instructs.

I do as he asks and suck my juices from his fingers, a fresh wave of desire pooling deep within me. This man does things to me he shouldn’t. But something depraved inside of me wants more, wants to see how far he’s going to take me.

“See, your body trusts me. You’re so fucking wet for me already, Sloane.” He presses kisses down my bare shoulder and up the side of my neck, his intoxicating scent all around me.

“Hmm,” I moan around his fingers, slipping under his damn spell more and more with every dirty word and every press of his lips on my skin. My body is sitting up and paying attention; she’s needy as fuck and wants it all when it comes to him. Even if my head is still questioning my choices.

“Are you ready to play?” He takes my hand in his, and I know he’s waiting for the okay.

I nod tentatively, knowing this is probably a terrible idea.

“I want to hear you say it.” His voice vibrates over my skin as he sinks his teeth into my earlobe.

I suck in a deep breath, trying to get my horny little body under control.

“I trust you to take care of my body,” I murmur, the words coming from my mouth not even sounding like me.

Who the fuck am I when I’m with him, a needy little slut who just wants him to pleasure me?

I chastise myself, even though I know it’s going to make no difference.

He places another kiss just below my ear. “Good girl. That wasn’t so hard now, was it?”

Under the silk tie I roll my eyes, knowing he can’t see me. But fuck yes, this is difficult. Not being able to see is already triggering me, and who knows what else he’s going to do with so much control. “It wasn’t fucking easy,” I sass, just to keep him on his toes.

He lets out a low deliberate chuckle. “It’ll get easier, treasure, I promise.

” With one hand tangled in mine and the other to my waist, he helps me move across the room with him, positioning me exactly where he wants me, on his bed on all fours with my ass facing him.

Not been able to see him, I feel even more exposed, even with my panties and bra still on.

His hand runs down the length of my spine then up and over my ass, and he cups each cheek. “Do you trust me to pleasure you, Sloane?”

“Yes,” I hiss.

“Good girl.” Then his hands are gone, and I hear the buckle of his belt as it moves beside me. The leather of the belt runs the same line his hand did, down my back then across my ass. “Spread your legs wider,” he demands.

And fuck, I just do what he says. I’m so on edge already not knowing what’s going on.

The belt trails down between my legs stroking over my sensitive spot, then it’s gone. “You kept me waiting for four minutes, you know what that means, don’t you?”

“Yes,” I whisper. Four fucking lashes of his belt.

Then without another warning, he cracks the belt down over my ass.

“Fuck,” I cry out, not expecting the sudden sting of pain, my ass warming where the belt got me. “What the hell, Orlando, how do you expect me to trust you now?” I snap back, anger radiating off me, along with the sting of the fucking belt.

His hand moves gently over the spot, stroking and rubbing to ease the low, throbbing pain. “Did I hurt you?”

I think about it, and it was an instant sting, but now it doesn’t hurt. It actually feels nice where he’s stroking me, and for some fucked-up reason, I can feel the fresh wave of wetness now drenching my panties. “Not really.”

Again, the belt connects with my ass, with an instant sting followed by him massaging the spot.

“Pleasure and pain are so closely related, treasure.” His hand dips lower, cupping my pussy.

“And the belt might sting, but you like me taking control over your body. See how wet you are for me? I bet every time I spank you, your cunt will grow more needy and desperate for me.”

“I doubt it, that doesn’t make any sense,” I spit back, not giving in to his ridiculous ideas just yet, even if I know he’s right.

“Yet you own a sex club where people partake in this very activity for pleasure.” I can hear his stupid smile, knowing he’s got something over me.

“People are into all sorts of shit! Doesn’t mean I would find it fun,” I throw back over my shoulder, wondering when the next sting will come. The waiting is worse than the lashing itself.

He hooks his fingers in the side of my panties and drags them halfway down my thighs exposing my pussy to the cool air.

I can feel how wet I am, dripping, my juices running down my legs.

The next thing I feel is his tongue on my inner thigh, warm and wet, tasting my arousal, licking the length and stopping just before he gets to the spot where I want his mouth.

“Oh God.” I can’t help the moan that escapes me as my body shivers all over, and he hasn’t even gotten to my pussy yet.

Just as quickly as his mouth was on me, it’s gone. “Tastes like you’re enjoying every minute of my punishment.”

My fingers curl into the comforter, waiting for him. What is he going to do next? I don’t have to wait long to find out, the belt comes down over my ass again, softer this time, but continues, one, two. That’s all four of them.

Fuck. My arousal slides down my legs. I don’t understand it, but I’m so turned on right now. I heave in breaths, trying to get my body under control.

Then his mouth is straight on me, and he spreads my legs wider, licking through my folds and sucking my clit into his mouth, toying with me in the best way possible. My body feels alive and on edge, and I want more.

My head spins with desire, and I pant like a fucking bitch in heat, desperate for some relief. “More, yes, please,” I cry out, already so damn close to tumbling over the edge it’s not even funny.

To my surprise he keeps going, sucking, licking, nipping at me until I’m a quivering mess.