Page 40 of His Mark

“Don’t look so damn pleased with yourself,” I grumbled, shifting on his lap, wincing when the movement sent a fresh wave of sting across my ass.

Silas chuckled, a deep, resonant sound, his palm still resting on my lower back, keeping me exactly where he wanted me. “You’re pouting.”

I snapped my head up, glaring. “I am not pouting.”

He hummed, running his fingers soothingly over my overheated skin, tracing the lines of his own punishment. “You are. You don’t like that you gave in so easily, do you?”

My jaw tightened. “It wasn’t easy.”

His lips twitched, and God help me, he actually tsked at me. “Lying to yourself isn’t going to make your ass hurt any less, Wildcat. And it isn’t going to make what comes next any easier either.”

What the fuck comes next? Was that not enough?

I stiffened when his hand moved down the curves of my ass, just grazing my scalded skin as a gasp escaped my lips. His fingers descended further, down the cusp of my thighs and just glancing between them.

“Silas,” I tried, but he ignored me.

Hishand dipped between my thighs, his thumb tracing up the length of my slit. I let out a purring sound, the contact sending a rush of heat through me, even though his touch was feather-light.

“Fuck,” he groaned. “You couldn’t even pretend like you weren’t enjoying that, could you?”

I could feel his cock twitch beneath me, and my pussy throbbed at the sudden realization that he got off on spanking me as much as I did. There was no denying the effect it had on us both.

So I decided not to deny it. I couldn’t, not when the evidence of my arousal was now coating his fingers.

Instead, I did the only thing I could do.

I bared my teeth.

“Don’t let it go to your head,” I snarled.

He just laughed and slapped my bare ass one more time before pressing his fingers between my legs and stroking my clit. I tensed, biting my lip and trying to keep quiet.

I didn’t expect what he did next, though, simply could not have predicted it.

Instead of bringing me to orgasm like I had anticipated, he coated his fingers very thoroughly in my arousal before pulling his hand backwards. I thought he was going to slip them inside of my pussy and I even arched back for him, but then he went past it.

Right for my bottom hole.

My stomach dropped as he glided over my sensitive rim, and I stilled. What was he doing? He couldn’t mean to touch me there, could he?

He did.

The first time he pressed a finger against the tight, unyielding ring of muscle, I nearly shouted.

“Silas, what the f?—”

He ignored me, and he did it again. Again. Again.

Each time, the pressure increased, and soon, he was pressing his slick finger just past my tight ring of muscle. My virgin un-stretched hole widened and the painful burn that came with it took my breath away.

I tried to push up on my elbows, tried to twist around, to see what the hell was happening, but Silas wouldn’t let me. His arm pressed down on my back, pinning me in place.

“What are you doing?” I rasped.

“Hush.You’re going to take this, little mate, so you remember who you belong to.”

I couldn’t see his face, but his voice was laced with dark, wicked amusement. He knew exactly what he was doing, and he was enjoying every second of my obvious humiliation and discomfort, and my very reluctant arousal.

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