Page 14 of His Mark

Wait.

Little mate?

My pulse kicked up, but before I could ask him what the fuck he was talking about, his hand tangled in my hair once more and wrenched my head back.

He kissed me again, hard and possessive, his teeth pulling at my bottom lip. In the next moment, his hands were gone from me, leaving me bare and exposed, trembling against the wall. I heard him move and suddenly his hands were around my waist. He lifted me off my feet, and deposited me face down over what I figured out in the following seconds could only be his tree-trunk–sized thigh.

My whole world tipped upside down as I balanced there, unable to reach the floor with either my hands or my feet. I was horrified to feel my legs splay open as I teetered there. His left arm draped over my back and his hand gripped my right hip, locking me in place in this humiliating position.

“We’re not done yet, Wildcat,” he growled, the menace of his words sending a shiver up my spine.

And then, before I could even process what was happening, he fuckingspankedme.

A sharp, stinging crack filled the air, and I jerked forward, a startled shriek ripping from my throat as the burn spread across my skin. The heat sank in fast, a slow, throbbing ache blooming where his hand had just landed.

He didn’t give me any time to recover.

He spanked me again, his palm cracking against the curve of my ass. A strangled sound escaped me, part gasp, part whine. It hurt, but the pain mixed with the lingering pleasure, making my head spin, and the heat spread through my belly.

His fingers drifted lower, teasing the inside of my thigh.

I tensed, and a devious chuckle reached me.

“So impatient for more, Wildcat.”

“I’m not,” I said, horrified.

“Liar.”

Another crack of his hand and another piercing sting that made me cry out.

And then the spanking truly started.

His palm hit the fullest part of my left cheek, and then my right, over and over, until I was trembling and panting, desperate for his touch, for the heat, for the pain.

I pushed against him as best I could with so little leverage, but his grip on me remained immovable.

I squirmed, my hand reaching back to protect my tender ass, but he simply let go of my hip, caught my hand, and clamped it to my back, holding me firmly suspended over his thigh, all the while continuing his ruthless punishment of my bottom. I grunted and my body arched with each stinging impact, the heat blooming beneath his hand, radiating outward in waves that made my thighs clench involuntarily.

No matter how I wiggled and writhed, no matter how my hands sought purchase, desperate to brace myself against the ruthless assault, he easily held me firmly in place.

I was trapped.

I whimpered and he spanked me again. I keened and he spanked me some more.

The burning sting mixed with the warmth of his touch, and the roughness of his palm against my bare, scalding skin was doing something to me. Every smack, every caress between them was meant to take me apart, piece by piece. He wanted me to submit to him. I never submitted toanyone.

But, God help me, it was working.

“Still fighting me, Wildcat?” His voice was all gravel and torment. He was teasing me, testing me.

I should have said yes. I should have bared my teeth, spat something cutting, and reminded him I was no one’s to control.

But when his fingers traced over my burning skin, when his next smack landed on my upper thigh, making me cry out…

I almost forgot how to fight.

I almost forgot everything.

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