Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 96170 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 481(@200wpm)___ 385(@250wpm)___ 321(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96170 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 481(@200wpm)___ 385(@250wpm)___ 321(@300wpm)
“What do you think you’re doing right now?” I snap through my teeth, trying to twist away, but his grip’s like iron.
“I’m not angry.” He’s sneering at me, mouth so close to mine I can smell his minty breath. Must’ve brushed recently. Perfect bastard.
I loathe how much I want him.
I hate his arrogant grin.
And I despise the fact that I can see how hard his cock’s getting.
Straining against his boxer briefs.
Holy fucking shit.
I snap my gaze up, my entire chest flushing pink now.
“Then let me go,” I say quietly. Coming in here was a huge mistake. I should’ve grabbed a blanket and slept on the couch downstairs. But he probably would’ve cut the couch in half next until I was forced to curl up on the floor like a dog. And then he would’ve cut the floor in half.
“I want you to apologize,” he says softly. He leans forward, his lips brushing my neck. And fuck, I am so weak despite how hard I try to stay strong, because it makes me whimper like a pathetic little girl.
“Absolutely not,” I say as he leans against me, crushing his hard cock into my hip.
Fuuuuuck, that’s so hot.
I want him to ruin me.
And if he weren’t so close, I’d knee him until he pissed blood.
That’s probably why he’s leaning into me. To protect himself. Right? Just that?
“What kind of wife wants to hurt her husband?” He sounds amused now, the bastard. “Apologize and this can be done.”
I grit my teeth. I did put my hands on him in anger. He’s got a point, even if I clearly did absolutely no damage. I shouldn’t have done it, and maybe saying a few dumb little words will end this nightmare.
“Fine, I apologize,” I snap at him. “Would you let me go?”
“Not accepted.”
I suck in a frustrated breath and struggle. “What the fuck is wrong with you? I said sorry, okay? I shouldn’t have tried to push you like that. I was just pissed.”
“No, baby, you need to learn that there are consequences to your actions. You can’t just lash out at someone. You don’t get to solve your problems with violence. Not when it comes to someone you care about.”
“Who says I care about you?”
“The way your heart’s racing says you do. The blush in your cheeks says you do. The way you keep looking at me like you want to fuck me until I’m dead says you do.” He gets close, mouth right against my ear. “I fucking say you care, baby.”
“Fuck you.”
“Such a feisty one.”
“Let go of me.”
“I think your punishment is going to be simple.” He kisses the shell of my ear. I close my eyes, breathing hard, fighting back a moan. Tingles fill my core as arousal floods my body. Damn stupid vagina is a coward and a traitor. “I’m going to spank your pretty ass until it’s pink and raw. And then I’m going to make you come.”
My eyes go wide. “Wait, hold on, I can apologize again—”
Too late. He pulls back but only enough to spin me around. My palms press against the wall, and I arch my back, shoving my hips toward him as he roughly wrenches my workout shorts down over my ass, exposing my bare skin.
The snarl he makes is pure animal lust. It’s got to be the sexiest noise I’ve ever heard in my life. He grips my hair with his left hand, fisting it tightly.
I could get away. It might hurt, but I could do it. He’s not keeping me pinned here anymore, and we both know it. The only reason I’d submit to this little punishment is simple—
It’s because I want it.
I turn my head slightly, cheek pressed to the cool wall, and stare at him.
His eyes burn with pure desire. He wants me so fucking bad it’s incredible. His cock is rock hard, straining his boxer briefs, and there’s a little wet mark from the precum leaking out.
My god. This man is losing his mind for me.
Just like I’m going wild for him.
“That’s a good fucking girl,” he whispers, and then he spanks me hard enough to make me gasp in shock. “Taking your punishment. I knew you’d fucking like it.”
“Get it over with,” I say through my teeth, fighting back moans.
“You want me to hurry?” He smirks, rubbing one hand down my spine and cupping my ass. “I’d rather take my time.”
“Don’t be a bastard.”
His grip on my hair pulls. “You like it when I’m a bastard,” he says, glaring death at me. Death and sin and mindless bliss. “Tell me you love it. You want me to ruin you, don’t you, Fiorella? You stomp around acting like such a tough girl, but deep down, you’re as wet and needy as everyone else. You just need a man to crack through your thick armor. Tell me you want to whine for me, little slut. Tell me you want me to break you.”