Page 95 of Hunt Me

He cracked the belt four times, taking his time doing so. The sound echoed in my ears as the pain shifted into an incredible warmth. I was practically enjoying this. I even parted my legs, squirming to create friction against my pussy.

Another deep sigh drew my attention. “Are you wet for me,ideal’nyy angel? Are you hungry for my cock to be buried deep inside of you?”

“Never,” I said. Lying.

He knew it. His dark and demonic chuckle was a clear indication. He thrust several fingers into my aching pussy, the sound of my wetness abominable. Yet even so, as his actions became rougher, I humped his fingers.

He took his time until I was on the verge of climaxing, pulling his fingers away completely.

“No pleasure for bad girls. Five more.”

“No. I’ll…” My God. I was almost ready to exclaim I’d be a good girl. That was as crazy as the tingling sensations coursing through me.

His hesitation made me cringe. I refused to finish my sentence. He didn’t deserve to hear anything from me.

Except for my hatred.

And I did hate the man.

Even though I craved him.

He cracked the belt down once and I could swear the strike was harder than before. I jerked up, panting while stars floated in front of my eyes.

“Rules are important, Bristol, and you will follow mine.”

Why did his voice thrill me? Why were his words echoing in my mind while his scent intoxicated me?

The next four were delivered slowly, the brute allowing his message to sink into my mind with each stroke.

With each gasp.

With each moan.

I couldn’t move. Hell, I couldn’t think or breathe. There was no making sense of the desire roaring through me or the wetness between my legs. What had the man done to me? Was I really enthused by the thought of a powerful, dangerous man? Evidently, I was.

How sick did that make me?

I could feel his heated presence as he hovered over me, taking a few seconds to caress my back, running his fingers along my spine. I hated that I was squirming to his touch and not in a bad way.

The thought of hungering for this man was no longer disgusting. It was special. Crazy. I was a crazy girl.

Sighing, I realized tears had fallen even though I’d forbidden them. My body had betrayed me again.

“You’re a very special woman, Bristol. I had no idea how much.”

What in the hell was that supposed to mean?

He sat down on the bed beside me, pulling me up and into his arms. And onto his lap. As he cupped my face, I realized just how difficult it was to focus. I licked my lips and his nostrils immediately flared.

“You need to hear something.” His voice remained deep, penetrating my very soul.

“That you plan on killing me?”

His laugh sounded bitter. “No, I am not going to kill you.”

“Then what?” I managed to find the energy to scramble off his lap, backing away immediately. When I looked into his eyes, I could tell he was despondent.

He’d just spanked me like some wayward child and he was having difficulty with his actions?