Page 28 of Unlawful Seduction

The second he smirked, I noticed a slight cleft in his chin I hadn’t paid any attention to before. His entire demeanor was scruffy, yet his features were aristocratic. I tried to obey him like he’d commanded, but took gasping breaths as he gripped my thong. Just the way he shoved his hand between my legs, rubbing his thumb across my lace-covered clit brought several incredible jolts of electricity.

I knew nothing about him, but I suspected he was forceful, taking whatever he wanted without hesitation. Yet the tenderness as he rolled the elastic waistband past my hips to my thighs was beautiful as well as unnerving. He held so much control over me that I was locked in both silence and reverence of the man.

The combination was odd, something I’d never experienced before. He was causing me for the first time in my life to want to act like a bad girl.

So I did.

As soon as my thong was tossed halfway across the floor, I pressed both hands on his chest, digging my fingers into his skin and muscles.

He stopped moving altogether, taking a deep breath before slowly lowering his head to observe what I was doing. I should have known by almost every previous action he’d taken that he’d never allow me to get away with disobeying him.

My pulse increased as he jerked me around to face the wall. A strange swallowing of emotions and sensations occurred when he brought his huge hand down across my bottom.

What the hell?

I jerked, stumbling to the right.

He caught me, bringing me back into position.

The horrible action was repeated until suddenly, he was peppering both sides of my bottom with brutal cracks of his hand. While his actions were jarring, they were also just another reminder of how much the stranger affected me. While neither one of us said anything, we were both breathing raggedly to the same rhythm.

I wasn’t certain if this crazy moment was about the punishment, or if he’d seen something deep within me. Either way, the pain was somehow leading to tingling vibrations of pleasure.

I shifted from foot to foot, realizing my body was reacting to his harsh actions entirely on its own. I eased my legs further apart, crawled my fingers up along the wall, and purred my response.

This wasn’t like me in the least. Not only had I never reacted this way to any man who’d attempted to act dominant, but I’d never wanted such an experience.

Beckett continued spanking me for a few seconds longer, finishing by driving his hand between my legs. The second hecurled his fingertips, concentrating on my clit, I pressed my face against the wall. Every sound I made was unrecognizable.

His one hand completely controlled me, pulling me into incredible moments of pleasure. I rose onto my tiptoes, no longer recognizing myself as the responsible, take-charge kind of woman I’d been my whole life.

He rolled my hair away from my face and crushed a portion of his weight against me. His fingers were truly instruments of magic. I writhed against his hand, swaying my hips as the sensations of pleasure continued to build.

I closed my eyes and dug my fingernails into my palms, a wicked smile remaining on my face. An orgasm didn’t sneak up on me. It slammed into my system, rocking my world with enough electricity to light up the entire city.

“Oh!” I didn’t try to stifle my scream. Why bother?

When I heard a single woof, the answer was given.

So as not to disturb my patient.

Still smiling, the climax swept through me to the point I was lightheaded. I’d never known there was such a thing as the kind of passion that could make a woman come close to passing out.

Especially with a man using only his fingers. However, when he added his thumb to the mix, switching hands so he could torment my clit with his thumb and drive his fingers into my tight channel, I was a goner. I tried to cling to the wall as I’d wanted to do with him, my face crushed against the wallboard. Including my mouth.

With the guttural moans coming up from my throat, I must have sounded and looked like a crazed woman.

But I didn’t care.

I was letting go for the first time in my life.

There was an evocative feeling about the way he was pumping his flexed fingers inside of me and I sensed the entire time he was watching my reaction. My girlfriends had been trying to tell me having a hot fling with a stranger was the way to bring me out of my slump. I’d shoved the thought aside, laughing since I’d never done anything so reckless in my life.

Now I knew they were oh-so right.

I couldn’t care less about rules, responsibilities, or items from my past. They just didn’t matter.

“Do you like that?” I was startled by hearing his deep voice. He was a man of action, not one of talk, but holy cow, my skin vibrated from the tone alone.

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