Page 119 of The Outlaw's Savage Revenge

“Tell me to stop, and I will.”

“You’re an ass—ah!” Another crack against my flesh.

Something deeper than pain loosens my irritation. My fingers dig into the cushions as my breaths come faster.

The next slap is harder and pulls an unbidden whimper from my throat. His palm connecting to my ass, the sounds, the heat, all trigger a feeling between pleasure and pain, between power and humiliation that’s hard to describe.

His finger traces my slick folds until I’m moaning shamelessly, and then another sharp crack meets my skin.

Cade leans over me, his voice a wicked growl. “My beautiful slut. Do you hear how wet you are?”

“Fuck you,” I sob.

“I intend to. After I’ve turned this ass a raging red. You want more?”

Yes. Fuck Yes. I want you to hurt me. To make me cry. Because giving you that control feels so fucking good.

My chest tightens as I try to make sense of what’s happening to me.

“Luciana, do you want more?”

I shake my head, but my body screams the truth.

“No?” His fingers skim over my soaked folds, gathering evidence. “Yet here you are . . . ass red and dripping like a fucking meal.”

I moan and spread my legs wider, wordlessly asking him to do it.

Cade growls, and then his palm lands right on my sex. I cry out, arching into the sensation as a thick finger strokes along my slit until I’m squirming.

“What do you want, Luciana? Tell me,” he commands, his finger drawing a perfect circle around my clit.

I want him just as wrecked as me. No—I want more. A thought breaks through my defenses, raw and fierce.

“Je veux te posséder,”I whisper.

Cade freezes. For a heartbeat, silence fills the room. Then he chuckles, low and dark, his voice threading with amusement and danger. “Ah. You’d like that, wouldn’t you, baby? To own me.”

My eyes snap open, heat flooding my cheeks. I didn’t know he spoke French. His laugh deepens as he savors my shock.

The connection between us snaps tighter. It’s more than control, deeper than desire. It’s an undeniable understanding stripping us both bare. Suddenly, he steps away.

“Cade,” I breathe. “Don’t stop. I need you—”

His grip on my hips is like iron as he holds me in place, and I find he’s pulled down his pants. “Stop? I’m just getting started, baby.”

Memories of being filled to bursting flood my mind, making my muscles tense with anticipation.

Hishard length presses against my entrance, stretching me in a way that’s both painful and pleasurable, tearing another moan from me.

And then, in a single hard thrust, he sinks balls deep

My back arches. “Ah, fuck! Cade. Wait, it’s too deep—”

“Shut up and take me, Luciana,” he commands, pinning me flush against the couch. He pulls out almost completely before slamming back in. I cry out as he bottoms out inside me, every thick inch claiming me.

His hands grip my waist, pulling me back into each thrust with brutal force. I moan, relishing being taken completely, drowning in the filthy sounds of his pleasure. His growls turn primal as he drives deeper and harder, making me cry out with every stroke.

Cade spreads my stinging ass cheeks open, and he stares as he continues to thrust. My world narrows to this moment, to this man fucking me into oblivion—until his next words shatter me completely.

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