Page 18 of Alluring Darkness
“And I’ll spank you like a brat.”
Snap.
She yanks futilely against my brothers’ hold on her. When that doesn’t work, she grits her teeth and presses her forehead down hard against the table. I spank her with the belt again. And again. Until at last, a whimper spills from her lips.
A shuddering breath whooshes out of her afterwards, as if she knows that she has just lost. She wiggles her ass, as if trying to relieve the pain. My cock stirs at the sight of her now pink skin.
I watch her freshly spanked ass while I slide my belt back into my pants. Then I move so that I’m standing right behind her. Another small whimper escapes her when I press my body harder against her sensitive skin. I glance at Rico, and he immediately takes his hand away from her neck and steps back.
Bracing one hand on the tabletop, I lean forward over her body and grab her long black hair. She tries to pull her wrists free again, but Jace and Kaden keep her firmly trapped. Winding her hair around my hand, I keep going until it’s tight enough that I can pull her head up from the table. I grind my thighs against her ass, and watch as she bites back another whimper.
With my hand in her hair, forcing her to crane her head back like that, I lean down farther over her and place my lips next to her ear. “You have no idea who you’re playing against, princess. Better wave the white flag now while I’m still willing to accept your unconditional surrender.”
She laughs. It’s not a scared sound. It’s smug and full of challenge.
“Playing?” she says, that mocking tone back in her voice. “Oh we haven’t even started playing yet.”
“Is that so?”
“Yes.”
I let out a dark chuckle, and it sends a shiver through her body. “Then why are you bent over a table with your ass freshly spanked for everyone to see?”
I expect her to blush in embarrassment. Or maybe growl a curse. But only a sharp smile curls her lips.
“Because you and I are just getting started.”
9
RAINA
My skin was so tender that I was barely able to sit through the entire class I had after Eli’s attempt to humiliate me in the canteen. But thankfully, that damn bastard had at least allowed me to pull my panties back up on my own. Because if he had been the one to do it, he would have felt how fucking wet I was.
The way his entire body exuded power, the way he held that belt, the way he ground himself against my ass and pulled on my hair afterwards… My heart is pounding just thinking about it. But I didn’t want him to know that, because then he would probably have commented on it loudly enough for the whole canteen to hear, and that would have been more humiliating than the actual spanking.
I roll my shoulders back as I get into position on the padded mat.
At least the discomfort is long gone now. And thank fuck for that because today is my first lesson in hand-to-hand combat, and I suck at that as it is without adding aching ass cheeks into the mix.
I’m paired up with Magda, which is both a blessing and a curse. She’s so damn fast that I can’t even begin to block her moves. But at least she doesn’t have enough brute strength to break my bones when her strikes land. So there is that, I suppose.
Leaping back, I desperately try to avoid the swift kick she throws at my hip. I manage to dodge it by a mere inch. But when I land, I’m so off balance that I can’t block her right hand. It slams into the side of my ribs, making me stumble to the right.
“Keep up,” she snaps.
Massaging my ribs, I straighten again while growling, “I’m trying.”
“You’re screwing me over. If I can’t practice against someone who knows what she’s doing, then I will fall behind.”
“I know. I’m sorry. Look, I—”
The door to the sparring room is yanked open. A ripple goes through the room as Eli Hunter saunters across the threshold. My heart flips in my chest.
Our instructor, Mr. Hansen, turns towards the disturbance and opens his mouth as if to tell the intruder to get the hell out. Then his sharp eyes land on Eli, and all traces of anger disappear from his stern features in a flash. He is in his mid-forties. Tall and muscular, and with a scar across his jaw. I have come to understand that the Hunters hold some kind of sway on this campus, but it is still baffling to see a man like Mr. Hansen check his tone around a student half his age.
“Hunter,” he says in a neutral tone. “I’m in the middle of class.”
“I can see that,” Eli answers.