Page 43 of Twisted Tyrant

“Don’t say another word, Natasha. You don’t get to question me. You don’t get to stick your nose into my business.”

He spanks me again and I wince. His cock, hard and thick, presses against my ass.

“You will keep your mouth shut about my family,” he growls, his palm stinging my flesh. “Do you understand?”

“Yes,” I rasp. Tears spring to my eyes at the force of his hand repeatedly punishing me for saying the words I needed to speak, ones I wanted him to hear. I cry out when his digits slip into my pussy, the sudden invasion making my body shudder with the most intense pleasure I’ve ever felt.

Shockwaves ripple through me, short-circuiting my ability to think and speak as they command every nerve ending. He slaps my ass again with his free hand, and I clench my pussy tight around his fingers. I back my ass against his hand and scream as his fingers drive deeper into me in response. I writhe and tremble against him. My pussy lips suck around his fingers with the voracity of a predator.

“Luka, oh my God! Don’t stop!”

And without warning, his fingers retreat and slide out of my wet heat just before the orgasm consumes me.

I pant, choking on gulps of oxygen as I pull them into my lungs. I look at him over my shoulder. “Why did you stop?”

“I need you to hate me. And I want so fucking badly to hate you, too.”

I shiver at his words, pushing off the counter. I fling my arms over my exposed parts before twisting around to face him. His pained expression makes my heart plummet to my feet. “But you don’t, do you?”

He fixes a hard stare on me and backs away.

“I have to. It’s the only way I can forget you.”

He walks out of the kitchen without another word, leaving me more broken and alone than I’ve felt since he stole my life away.