Page 21 of Tick Tock, Boom!

I shoved a finger inside her, loving her whimper. “You’re lying.”

She moaned when I shoved my fingers inside of her. Fucking moaned so sweetly it took everything in me not to take her up against that wall. Her eyes rolled back andfuck me… I should have walked away again. Should have let her go and let her play her little games with some other schmuck.

But she was mine.

And now I had to remind her just how brutal I could be when something that belonged to me, fucked me over.

“Wet for me now, huh?” I growled, curling my fingers just enough to make her hips buck against my hand.

She bit her lip, trying to hold it back like she didn’t want to give me the satisfaction. My jaw clenched in anger.

Wrong move, kitten.

“I asked you a question,” I said, dragging my fingers out of her slowly, watching her twitch, already hating the emptiness.

“You're just angry because I let someone else touch me,” she said, voice low, uncertain yet still defiant. God she was pretty when she pouted. “Didn’t know you cared.”

That little smirk on her lips? That was gasoline. And baby, I was the fucking match.

I gripped her chin, forcing her to look up at me. “Who the fuck do you think you’re playing with?”

“I don’t know,” she said innocently, her lashes fluttering. “Some biker who fucks and runs.”

Boom.There it was. She wanted the monster.She was practically begging for him.

“You think you’re smart, don’t you?” I hissed, dragging her closer by the front of her corset. “Think that bratty little mouth makes you powerful?”

“I think it gets your dick hard,” she whispered, eyes locked on mine. “And judging by the way you’re grinding it against my thigh right now… I’m pretty sure I’m right.”

This new rebellious side of her did get my dick hard but I wasn’t willing to give her that satisfaction. Instead, I reacted, spinning her around and spanking her ass, hard enough to make her jolt up on her tiptoes.

Once.

Twice.

Three times.

I spanked her hard enough through the latex to hear the gasp rip out of her throat.

“Fuck,” she breathed hard.

She wanted punishment? She was about to drown in it.

I fisted my hand in her hair and dragged her down the hallway.

"Where?" I growled.

She whimpered, her breath shaky, and finally pointed. "There."

This wasn’t the same room she’d taken me to before. No velvet benches. No soft lights or soft silk bedding that screamed for seduction. This one was colder. Raw. The kind of place that made you hesitate, that is, if you had anything soft left inside you.

Cement floors. Steel hooks. A St. Andrew’s Cross bolted to the floor standing menacingly against the shadows. The scent of sweat, leather, and something darker clung to the walls. This wasn’t a room for play. It was a room for surrender.

I locked the door behind us, and the second it clicked, she backed up against a black, feeling the shift in the air.

I stalked her, until my large frame crowded her curvy one. My breath was at her ear, and my mouth at her throat.

“You wanna play games, kitten?” I hissed. “Fine. Let’s play.”

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