Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 87996 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87996 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
As I slowly inched the fabric of her dress up along her legs, I taunted, “Doth the lady protest too much? Methinks I may have stumbled upon a secret fantasy. Could it be milady likes to be spanked?”
Although I said it in jest, I was jarred to feel a stab of jealousy at the thought.
The only way she would have learned to crave a taste for the lash was if she had experienced it before. Experienced it with another man.
The idea there was another man walking the earth who got to treasure the sound of her first gasp the moment his hand connected with her vulnerable flesh, or the sight of her pale skin blooming to a deep blush from the punishing warmth of his palm, made me want to commit murder.
My hand twisted in the delicate fabric of her dress as I wrenched it over her hips and bunched it at her lower back. As if to confirm the dark direction of my thoughts, my pretty princess was not wearing a pair of innocent white or pale pink panties as I would have expected, but rather an erotic black lace thong.
The dark thong enhanced the creamy hue of her pale skin, while leaving nothing to the imagination. The yoga-toned curves of her ass were on full display.
The irrational anger that I was not the first man, probably not even the second, to enjoy this delectable view grew. My hand swept over her left butt cheek before digging my fingers painfully into her flesh.
Her torso rose as she arched her back. “Marksen, please,” she whimpered.
I couldn’t take my eyes off her exposed, silky smooth, unblemished skin.
The urge to brand her, to mark her as mine, to erase the touch of all the men who came before me, unfurled inside my chest like a glowing ember turning to flame.
She stopped wiggling, no doubt feeling the hard length of my cock pressed against her belly.
Her skin was incredibly soft, and delicate … vulnerable.
I wanted to slap her ass, to make the milky complexion pinken with each strike of my hand.
I barely even registered the mewling sounds she was making or how she had stopped fighting to pull her wrists free from my grasp.
At that moment, it didn’t matter if she was into this or had just given up.
I was beyond rational thought.
A primal, possessive rage clawed to the surface.
With a tilt of my hips, I pressed my engorged cock against her stomach. After being rewarded by a soft gasp from her lips as her body jerked in response, I slipped my fingers inside the tiny elastic thong strip.
I pulled on the band, knowing the fabric would tighten and press against her pussy, the more tension I applied.
She shifted her hips, rubbing her body against my cock. “Marksen, please.”
Her whimper snapped my control.
Twisting my hand in her hair to anchor her on my lap, I raised my arm and brought my other hand down hard on her right cheek.
She cried out in shock and pain.
I spanked her again, ruthlessly, on the same exact spot, wanting to see the imprint of my hand in red on her skin.
“Stop! Stop!” she pleaded as her legs kicked out.
I lifted my arm a third time, striking her left cheek, then both of her upper thighs.
Her fingernails dug into my thigh. “Marksen! Stop! Please! Don’t do this!”
Ignoring her pleas, I slapped her ass until it turned a beautiful, bright cherry red.
I paused a moment to sweep my hand over her curves, wanting to feel the heat radiating off her skin, knowing it was my hand that caused it … that marked her.
Olivia was sobbing so hard she hiccupped as she choked out, “I hate you. I’ll never forgive you for this.”
To never forgive is to never forget.
A sick, twisted pleasure poisoned any hint of guilt I may have felt at my actions.
There may have been other men … but I would make sure I burned away the memory of all of them until only I remained.
I gripped her around the waist, making sure her dress’s skirt remained crumpled high above her thighs as I lifted her off my lap. After wrapping my hand around her left knee, I wrenched her bent leg forward, tucking it next to my hip. Tilting her body off balance, until she was forced to straddle me.
The moment she did, both of my hands gripped her punished ass and I lifted my hips to grind my restrained cock against her barely covered pussy.
She struggled in my embrace, shoving against my shoulders. “No. Don’t. That hurts.”
Wrapping my hand around her neck, I yanked her head down as I slammed my lips over hers.
Claiming her mouth for my own.
Thrusting my tongue between her lips like I ached to do to her core.
Tasting her, exploring her, devouring her cries.