Page 15 of Heartless Sinner

“Like a little bottle rocket, aren’t you?” I whispered.

Marla panted, quivering against me as she tried to catch her breath. “I… I’ve never… just from that alone…”

Satisfaction, and something more possessive, flowed through me. “We were just taking the edge off.” I turned her around so I could look at her. Her flushed face and wide, dark eyes, her bitten lips, were absolutely gorgeous. I wanted to get inside of her so badly I could hardly think straight. “I’m far from through with you, sweetheart.”

Marla shuddered, and then a bit of steel entered her eyes and she leaned in, not so gently tugging at my bottom lip with her teeth, the wildcat coming out to play. “Bring it on.”

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Chapter Eight

Marla

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When I challenged Vince to ‘bring it on’, I saw a dark and predatory gleam enter his gaze—one that had my body pulsing with renewed lust. I had just orgasmed but already I craved more—more of that dirty, purring voice in my ear, more of Vince’s hands all over me.

“You want me to put you over my knee and spank you?” he asked, his hands flexing around my hips. “Teach you how to behave?”

I shivered at his words. Swallowed hard. I had never been so turned on before that I couldn’t speak, but here we were. “I…”

Vince lightly placed his hand at my throat, his thumb brushing the side of my neck. “After all, good girls don’t come that fast, do they? It was very naughty of you… and you want more, don’t you? Greedy… and so fucking defiant… so many reasons for discipline…”

He paused, and something in his eyes softened a little as his gaze searched mine—like he was checking to make sure that he wasn’t going too far, that I was okay with where this might be headed. For that moment, I felt like if I were to sincerely say no, I’m not into that, he would agree and he’d find something else to do with me.

Having a man get a bit rough and dominant with me had always been an appealing thought, but only in my fantasies as I’d touched myself alone in bed. There hadn’t been any man who I’d felt comfortable enough with to be that aggressive during sex while still respecting me and any boundaries I might have. I had to trust the man in order to give him my submission.

No one had even come close.

Vince, though—he had turned me on more and gotten me off harder than any of the men I’d hooked up with in college. It wasn’t a very high number of men, to be fair, but… I looked into Vince’s eyes and saw nothing but seductive promises—promises of pleasure. Promises that I knew now he could fulfill, after the way he’d just made me shatter apart on just one finger.

“In fact…” Vince leaned in, one hand sliding around to squeeze my ass while the other pinched my nipple again, “I bet you want to be spanked.”

A whimper escaped me before I could stop it. Yes, God yes I wanted him to spank me. I wanted him to call me his good girl and I wanted the thick cock pressing against my thigh to be buried deep inside me. My mouth watered at the size and length of his erection. What would that feel like in my mouth? In between my legs? Fucking me until I woke the neighbors with my screams…

I’d never had a good, thorough sex marathon before. I’d never found someone to make me forget my own name as I screamed his. And now, in spite of how dangerous this was, in spite of how I knew I shouldn’t want him like this… Vincent Russo seemed to be the man who would finally make those fantasies come true.

It was all right to fuck him so long as I didn’t fall in love with him, right? Sex didn’t equal emotions. This was still a business arrangement, I lectured myself.

Vince’s thigh slid between my legs, his hand rubbing slowly against my ass in circles. My whole body trembled with anticipation. “You want me to spank you?” He pushed my dress up even higher, around my waist, exposing my backside and soaking-wet panties.

I nodded. He pinched my ass and my whole body jolted, my pussy throbbing relentlessly.

“Words, sweetheart,” Vince ordered.

“Yes,” I blurted out.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, I want to—to be spanked.” I could hardly believe the words I was saying, or how much I wanted to say them. There was just something so naturally commanding about this man that made me want to do anything he demanded.

“Why?” Vince began to guide my hips forward so that my panty-clad pussy chafed against the firm, broad muscle of his thigh. It made me shake with sensitivity, my clit pressed directly against the rich, expensive fabric of his trousers.

“B-because I’m—I was a bad girl.”

“And how were you bad?”

My face felt like it was on fire and I was sure I was flushed all over. I felt a bit embarrassed, saying these things—but more like I was ashamed because I was supposed to be, because someone might judge me for wanting this kind of depraved kink. But there was another darker part of me that thrilled at being forced to say it out loud. To admit to the things I wanted. Needed.

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