Page 145 of Monster

“It’s done,” he said, drawing a small knife from his pocket and cutting away the ropes.

I wasn’t sure what I was feeling.

He pulled me up in his lap and swiveled the chair around until we faced the mirror.

I took us in, from my naked skin—a stark contrast against the black shirt and dark jeans he wore—to the sheer size of him that made me look tiny and delicate.

I looked like a doll on his lap.

A naked doll.

I shifted a little, crossing my arms over my breasts, and that was when I caught sight of the ink for the first time.

My breath caught as I stared at the black ink on my red skin, written in beautiful cursive letters:

Dominic Madden

Fuck, he really had marked me as his, and judging by the satisfied look on his face, he was happy.

“Fucking beautiful. Now you’re fucking mine in every way possible,” he said, gently skimming his hand over the plastic film.

My chest moved in and out with every ragged breath I took, and he kissed the side of my head.

“Now, for your reward,” he whispered sensually.

My skin turned from fair to deep red in about zero-point-five seconds. I squirmed and pushed against him, feeling his stiff cock digging into my lap.

Oh, fuck.

“Spread your legs, baby. Show me your pussy.”

I swallowed, debating whether I should do as he asked when he lifted my arms and pulled them away. My nipples pebbled noticeably in the mirror as he placed each of my hands on the armrest of the chair.

“You move your hands, and I’ll draw out your orgasm,” he promised darkly. “Now, spread your legs, baby. Don’t make me say it again.”

I dropped my head back against his chest but couldn’t say anything to that. I didn’t want to challenge his words.

Arousal surged out of me, wetting his jeans, and slowly, I spread my legs, leaving them out on the outside of his legs, revealing my wet lips to the mirror.

He groaned, and I felt his cock twitching behind me.

“Fuck. Can’t you see how fucking sexy you are? Look at you. Look at your wet cunt, hard nipples, and flushed skin. And wearing my name so beautifully. The only thing missing is my fucking baby in your stomach.”

My eyes widened at his words, and I tried to move off him when he smacked his hand down on my pussy lightly. The sound was a lot louder than the actual pain. Still, I felt myself reacting to it, and I knew Dominic could feel that.

Hewantedto get me pregnant.

Oh, fuck. How could I not think about that? I—

I yelped when he pinched my clit roughly.

“Look at this,” he growled. “Even when I’m mean to your pussy, it weeps for me. You like it when I play rough, don’t you, baby?”

He smacked his hand down once more before I could respond.

“Oh, God. Dominic!”

I squealed when he did it again, the slap harder than the ones before. My back arched, and my hand moved away from the armrest.

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