Page 112 of Merciless Billionaire's Savage Desire

“You deserve a punishment for making me beg you for so long,” he growled, voice low and rough like gravel sliding over fire.

Without warning, his hand came down hard on her pretty, arched-up hip.

SMACK!

The sharp, echoing slap cracked through the room. Anya gasped sharply, breath catching in her throat, her hand flying instinctively to cover her now-throbbing flesh.

His hand slid down her heated skin, gentle now, tracing the curve of her ass, down to her knees with slow, teasing strokes that sent a shiver through her. His thick fingers whispered over her soft skin—an intoxicating contrast to the fire of his earlier strike.

Her breaths deepened, trembling into heavy pants as tingles spread through her body.

Then, out of nowhere, the hand landed—smack!—right on her ass.

“Ahh!” Anya’s eyes flew open in surprise as a sharp gasp tore from her throat. Before she could catch her breath, another smack followed, the sound cracking loudly through the air.

Not so hard at first—just a shocking sting that made her gasp and squirm—but with every strike, the blows grew heavier, more insistent. The spanks rained down mercilessly, sliding down from the top curve of her ass, trailing lower and lower along her legs to her knees.

Dante’s arm kept her small, trembling body pinned to the bed. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes now—part pain, part overwhelming pleasure.

“Ow… oh… oh…” she whimpered, voice breaking.

But despite the sting, her ass involuntarily lifted, pushing up against the air, begging silently for more.

The rhythm shifted—sharp, stingy slaps interspersed with deep, heavy thuds that landed perfectly on the sweet spot between her ass and thigh. Each heavy slap made her squeal, hot wetness slicking between her thighs and soaking the sheets beneath her.

Every so often, he paused, his fingers gliding lightly, tenderly over her soft skin. Tracing, soothing. Then without warning, the smacks came down again, harsh and ruthless.

“Ahh… ahhhh…” her moans grew louder, raw and ragged with need.

His dual nature—hard and soft, ruthless and gentle—tortured and pleased her in equal measure.

When his fingers finally slipped between her legs, exploring the wet heat he had coaxed from her, Anya bucked and writhed against him.

Her leg that he’d positioned on the couch, knee raised, gave him perfect access to her slick, swollen core. His fingers circled her most sensitive spot with tender slowness, teasing, stroking.

When his fingers finally reached her clit, Anya bucked and squirmed under him, breath catching as heat pooled deep inside her. Her leg, bent with knee resting on the bed, gave him a perfect, open invitation to explore her slick, dripping core.

She heard the sharp intake of his breath—low, rough, caught somewhere between hunger and surprise—when his fingers lightly grazed her most sensitive place. It hit her suddenly: he was just as affected by this as she was.

Her wetness soaked the bed beneath them, warm and slick. She could feel the rigid hardness of his throbbing length pressed sharply against her hip. It was huge, powerful.

His eyes were locked on his own fingers as they explored her wet channel, nails barely grazing the delicate pink skin with a tender, teasing touch. His lips parted slightly as he licked them, dry with hunger.

“I just want to keep licking you,” he whispered, voice rough and low, barely audible, eyes fixated on the way his fingers toyed with her most sensitive spots.

His fingers teased and pinched her clit, expertly hitting the spots he knew made her shiver and gasp.

“D-don’t do that,” she whimpered, voice trembling as a delicious shudder rolled through her. Afraid she might convulse uncontrollably under his teasing, she begged, “Ohh… ahhh…!”

He smirked at her desperate words, then pulled his fingers away from her slick core, leaving her aching and wanting.

But as soon as he withdrew, her body instinctively tried to follow his touch, twitching and pressing back to where his fingers had been, craving more.

“Now you’re begging for more,” he murmured.

Without warning, instead of returning to her core, he slid his fingers gently but firmly into her asshole.

“Good girl,” he growled, voice thick with desire, “Take it nicely in your sweet holes.”

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