Page 21 of Million Dollar High

So she told him the truth. “Yes, Noah. I’m afraid your impending fatherhood is going to be a problem for me.”

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He stared at her as if she’d grown three heads and a forked tail.

“Say that again.”

She steeled her spine and raised an eyebrow. “You asked me whether I was deaf earlier. Right backatchya, Mr. King.”

His eyes narrowed to tiny slits, his gaze eating into her as he tried to work her out.

She kept her composure, even as Noah’s breath turned harsh with anger and disbelief.

“Let me go, Noah.” There was only so much bodily contact she could withstand before she broke down and begged for scraps like a pathetic sex-starved groupie.

In answer, he shoved her closer to his car, yanked her head back so her mouth, chin and neck were exposed to him. His teeth bared and her heart thundered. The memory of those white teeth on her neck… her ass… her clit roared through her bloodstream like a potent narcotic drug. Her pussy flooded.

She knew he smelled her disgraceful need, even as she prayed he’d ignore it.

Please. Please. Oh God, please.

His gaze raked her face, her mouth, the wild pulse beating at her throat. He inhaled her deeply, his nostrils flaring. “Do you know what happens to heartless bitches like you? Bitches who get wet at the thought of tearing a guy to shreds?” he whispered raggedly against her lips.

“I’m not… I don’t want to be a?—”

“They get their comeuppance from guys like me.”

She shuddered hard. He smiled. A smile so deadly, her insides congealed. “Noah, don’t?—”

He shook his head. “Oh no, baby. The time for those pleading, wide-eyed Noahs has passed. Turn around.” He released her so abruptly, she stumbled back and bumped into the hood.

Mouth dropping open, she glanced wildly around her. Beyond the pool of light bathing them, the rest of the lot was dark, silent.

“There’s no one here to save you. Turn. The. Fuck. Around.”

The animalistic authority in his voice had her heeding the command, but she didn’t move fast enough. He grabbed her waist, whipped her around to face his car, and pushed her forward. Her hands slammed onto the hood to break her forward momentum.

Before she could protest, his fingers were tugging at her hem. He dragged up her dress to her waist and smacked her ass half a dozen times in quick succession. Leia bit her lip through the stinging pain, too shocked to do anything but stay there and take it… and crave more. When he soothed the sting in that infinitely caring way of his that belied his bitterness, tears sprang to her eyes.

The realization that she’d hurt him to breaking point, and yet he still cared for her, made her heartache intensify.

“I’m sorry,” she murmured, wanting to soothe him as he soothed her.

“I don’t fucking believe you. Not anymore.” Another set of smacks rained down on her ass. Her gasp of pleasure at each one seemed to set him off. He released a harsh breath after the last one and petted her longer between her punishments. Laying a hand on her ass, he whispered in her ear, “Do not move your hands from the hood. You’re getting punished regardless of what you say or do, but you will get double if you disobey me.”

Her arms trembled at the scathing words and she shut her eyes at the shameful need flaring wildly through her bloodstream. She wanted him any way she could have him, and if punishment for keeping her innermost secrets intact was what it took to have Noah with her like this, then she’d grab it with both hands.

“I didn’t hear an answer. It’s been barely forty-eight hours. Have you forgotten everything I taught you already?”

“I… Yes.”

His hand moved from her ass, around her waist to the front of her panties. She held her breath in anticipation, but he stopped at the top line of her panties, his hand covering her belly. “Open your legs,” he growled in her ear.

Sluggish with the lust raging through her, she didn’t move fast enough. He kicked her legs apart, far wider than comfort allowed. Two fingers breached her panty line, slid through her wet heat and hooked deep inside her.

The hand around her throat tightened until she could barely squeeze oxygen into her lungs. Sensation fired through her, blurring her vision until her eyelids fluttered shut.

“Keep your eyes open. I want you to watch… feel every single thing I do to you.”

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