Page 54 of Twisted Devotion

She doesn’t get a chance to respond. I jerk her up from the chair with her hair, guide her forward, and bend her over the table's edge. Her palms press against the table as she steadies herself, her gaze locked on mine, waiting—challenging.

“You don’t get to disrespect me in front of my men,” I say, my hand trailing slowly down her back.

Her breathing is uneven, and she turns her head slightly, glancing at me over her shoulder.

I shake my head and press a steady hand to her lower back. “Stay still.”

She tenses but doesn’t move, her obedience laced with defiance.

I let my palm land against her backside, firm enough to command attention but not to hurt. A reminder.

She gasps, her head dipping just a fraction.

“Learned your lesson yet?” I murmur, my voice low.

“What lesson?” she challenges, her tone edged with something unreadable.

I chuckle, shaking my head. She’s pushing boundaries, testing me.

I bring my hand down harder on her ass. She moans, and her body vibrates.

Oh, I see. She can take more.

I yank her dress up to her waist, and her soft, red ass cheeks are exposed before me. Then I spank her again.

This time, she yelps. I tilt her head to the side, wanting to see her face. When I do, I freeze. A streak of precum spurts through my cock.

She’ssmiling.

Holy hell.

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The room is quiet, except for my shallow breathing. My palms remain pressed against the cool wood of the table, my skin still buzzing and raw where he just spanked me.

I don’t want to move.

Every nerve in my body is awake, humming with energy. Every inch of my skin tingles with the kind of anticipation sensations that only Nicolas can satisfy. A slow-burning heat curls in my stomach, growing tighter with every passing second as I wonder what comes next.

More spanking? Will he order me to beg him? To get on my knees? To apologize with his cock in my mouth?

The possibilities send a shiver through me. It’s maddening not knowing how far he’ll go.

He slides my panties down, and to my surprise, his warm lips press against my ass cheeks. A slow kiss on one and then the other. My breath catches.

Then, he pulls me back, turning me to face him. That ravenous, hungry look in his eyes makes my pussy clench. My body tightens in response, anticipation curling low in my stomach.

His hands trail between my legs, teasing, deliberate.

“Luckily for you,Bambina,”he murmurs, “I have somewhere else to be right now. So we’ll take it easy tonight.”

But as his fingers find that spot between my legs, his definition oftaking it easyproves to be anything but. He pauses before he pushes three fingers in.

A sharp gasp escapes me before I remember where we are. I bite my lip, trying to suppress the sound, and heat floods my cheeks.

That’snottaking it easy.

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