Page 56 of Fierce Pursuit

Was that going to stop me? Fuck no.

Her fingers clawed at the hand I had around her throat. “There is no one, Kostya, no one.”

My arm stretched out and snatched the discarded belt from the bed. In the tight confines of the room, I had to shift my body to the side, keeping a hand on her throat. With a tight grip on the buckle and the leather strap, I raised my bent arm high and swept it down over her flesh.

The first strike landed clean, a perfect pink stripe across her exposed ass cheek.

She cried out in shock and pain.

I shifted my hand from her throat to cover her mouth, careful not to block her nose so she could still breathe. The last thing I needed was some nosy passenger or train employee banging on the door asking questions. Especially since, given the mood I was in right now, I’d be more likely to fire a bullet through the door than to answer.

The belt lashed her delicate flesh again. And again.

Each time, her body squirmed and writhed in my embrace as her hands clawed at my forearm. Her ass cheeks clenched in anticipation of the next strike.

“Push out your hips and unclench your cheeks or I’ll throw you on that bed and whip your pussy instead.”

Her tears wet the back of my hand as she obeyed.

The moment her slender back arched and she pushed the sweet curves of her ass out, I whipped her with my belt.

Again, she screamed and cried against the palm of my hand.

I dragged the leather down the center of her back, over the welt blooming on her right cheek. My hand came off her mouth. “Are you going to tell me what I need to know,moy zaichonok?”

She sniffed as her tearstained eyes flashed in defiance. “Fuck you.”

I huffed out a low, dark laugh. "Not yet."

The next strike was harder. A delicious sound tore from her throat, something caught between pain and pleasure. Her hips rolled, just the faintest tilt. Seeking.

I was certain she didn’t even fully understand how her body was responding to the punishment; it was evident in the next words she spoke, ground out through clenched teeth. “I hate you.”

"You can say you hate me all you want," I mused, running my fingers over her hot skin. "But your body tells a different story."

She trembled, hands flexing at her sides. Clearly, she wanted to push me away but couldn’t bring herself to.

I tossed the belt onto the bed and switched to my palm. The belt hurt more, left deeper marks. But my hand let me feel the heat I’d coaxed from her flesh.

My palm met her skin in a sharp slap. Her body jerked, then melted. A low moan slipped past her lips before she could stop it. She clapped a hand over her mouth, cheeks burning.

I grinned, dragging her back against me, letting her feel the proof of exactly how much she affected me. Irubbed the hard ridge of my cock through my trousers against her sore flesh.

She trembled, but her silence told me everything I needed to know.

I slid my hand back around her throat, forcing her gaze to meet mine in the dark reflection of the window. "One last chance. Tell me what’s in New York."

Her breath hitched.

I could feel the exact moment she decided.

"Go to hell," she whispered.

I laughed, low and dark, my grip tightening as I brushed my lips against the rapid pulse in her throat, a ghost of a touch. “Oh, babygirl. You should know by now, I’m already there.”

A threat. A promise.

I sank my teeth into her delicate earlobe. “And now…you're coming with me."

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