Page 25 of Lord of Vice

His expression turned darker. “Perhaps in time you will learn. At this point, you need to understand and accept that while I can be an extremely generous man, I don’t like to be kept waiting.”

“So you’ve told me.” There was no getting out of this, no possibility of running from what he had planned. I realized I was inching as close to him as possible without thinking, as if the man had some hypnotic hold over me.

He took the decision out of my hands, gripping my hips and slowly lifting his head. While the look was stern, making me feel even more like a bad little girl, there was nothing fatherly in his eyes. His expression was completely carnal, his chest heaving as his nostrils flared. “Your spunk is admirable.”

I wasn’t certain whether to be surprised or horrified when he shifted his full attention to unfastening my shorts. Even worse, my voice was caught in my throat. Everything about what he was doing was entirely too intimate. Only lovers undressed each other, not strangers meeting only a couple of hours before. Yet here I was, allowing the blasphemous action to occur, unable to take my eyes off him. I hadn’t paid enough attention to the two-day scruff covering his jaw, which only added to his evocative look.

I was doing my best to remain strong, but I could tell my resolve was slowly fading. This had to be a nightmare I’d soon wake from.

As much as I wanted to learn more about him, something in the back of my mind suggested I truly didn’t want to discover what made him tick. And why he considered himself a bad man.

“I can do it myself,” I finally said, jerking my mind back to reality.

His smirk was enough to piss me off, but I found myself still enthralled as I unzipped and closed my eyes.

“Pull down your shorts and panties.”

The warm flush creeping up on my cheeks wasn’t anything like the jolts of current flashing through every muscle and cell. This just couldn’t be happening. I kept my eyes clamped shut as I shoved my fingers under the waistband of my shorts, forced to hold my breath when I lowered them. Only then did I amuse myself by thinking I was glad I hadn’t worn my cheap panties I’d purchased from Walmart. Not that I’d been able to afford decent lingerie, but I’d purchased a couple of sexy numbers from Victoria’s Secret after getting my first paycheck.

That seemed like years before instead of months. I was shaking, my stomach in knots, barely able to obey him. The terrible moment of humiliation was the kind of burden I wasn’t used to. Even the way I’d been treated by my ex hadn’t embarrassed me as much as this moment did.

No matter how Jake treated me in front of his friends, more like an animal than a human being, I’d never allowed myself to feel the shame he intended. I found myself concentrating on the fact I’d shaved my private parts that morning, only realizing the sensual beast had lowered me across his thick thighs when he jerked up my shirt.

Plus, he’d already had his fingers inside of me. What did it matter if he did worse at this point?

I gathered a whiff of my body’s natural perfume, my panties soaked from desire and my core was heated to a thousand degrees, the longing to feel something dark and delicious stealing my breath. The fragrance was so overwhelming that was more of a reason to be embarrassed than being half naked around him.

Well, almost.

His breath was hitched, calling my attention even more. I folded one arm under me, surprised I was tingling from excitement instead of dread. I had no idea why I could feel that way after all the physical abuse I’d suffered but this was entirely different.

Possessive.

Dominating.

Sensual.

If that was possible.

“Thirty with my hand. That should suffice but I’ll use something harsher if you attempt to get away.”

His words were clear, without inflection and seemed to rock my entire world. And I’d be damned if I didn’t almost address him as ‘sir.’ Okay, so he was at least ten years older but offering him that kind of respect? Really? The entire last few days had obviously taken a significant toll on me.

When he adjusted me on his lap, a strangled moan left my lips from the feel of his thick, hard, and throbbing cock pushing into me. He was as aroused as I was? That made us both sick individuals.

Kraven brought his hand down four times, the brutal cracks of his hand catching me off guard more than the pain. However, we were both overwrought, his breathing continuing to match mine. I would think he did this all the time with his dozens of girlfriends or snacks, whatever he called all the women who clung to him like glue.

And I had no doubt he could have a harem given his stunning good looks. I’d seen the jealousy in at least a half dozen pairs of eyes as he’d paraded me through the lobby. They’d wanted to scratch my eyes out.

He wasted no time, doling out the spanking with meaning, the discomfort shifting into real pain, which pulled me completely out of my strange yet lurid thoughts.

“Ouch. Don’t. This is… horrible.” I’d finally found my voice, squirming on his lap as he’d told me not to do. When I humped his lap in an effort to free myself, the effect was as disturbing as the round of discipline. My pussy was wetter than I’d believed,my inner thighs sticky and I had a feeling I’d stained his expensive trousers. Oh, well.

When I threw my arm back involuntarily, he caught it with one hand, effectively snapping his fingers around my wrist. He pinned my arm against my back, issuing the deepest rumbling growl I’d ever heard. And Remington was good at growling at squirrels and birds, whatever intrigued him. I heard my baby’s tags jingling in response and was surprised he hadn’t come to see what Mommy was up to.

“You deserve the pain, Red Penny.”

I continued thinking about breadsticks and pizza, a horrible way to earn a spanking. Maybe that was better than thinking the alternative, all the lust-filled thoughts I should never allow my mind to engage in about a stranger. I wiggled again, enough he also threw one massive leg over both of mine. Now I was pinned in for the long haul.