Page 48 of His Mark

With my mouth.

With my hands.

With my cock.

With every single part of me.

By the time I was done with her, there wouldn’t be any doubt left in that pretty head of hers: she belonged to me.

As my mate.

I tilted my head, staring back at her as she glared at me and then I smirked. I knew what she was going to say before she even opened that smart mouth of hers.

“Fuck. You,” she sneered, her voice dripping with defiance.

I exhaled slowly through my nose, trying to stem my amusement at her little rebellion. To be honest, it was cute. Like a little cub baring its teeth at a beast twice its size.

I set the soap aside, shifting slightly in the water and gave her a stern command with uncompromising eye contact. “Stand up.”

Her brows furrowed slightly. “Why?”

I leaned forward, my voice dropping. “Stand up, Wildcat. Now.”

She hesitated for half a second—half a second too long.

I didn’t wait.

I grabbed her wrist and stood, hauling her up with me.

Water sloshed over the sides of the tub as she stumbled to her feet, her naked body dripping, her skin flushed from the heat.

She yelped, pulling against my hold on her, but I did not let go. I yanked her forward, turning her so fast she barely had time to gasp. I pushed her down over the edge of the tub, and before she could even try to stop me, my hand came down on her bare, wet ass.

Hard.

The crack of it echoed through the bathroom, sharp and punishing. She gasped, her hands flying to the edge of the tub, seeking leverage, her body jerking at the impact. Wet skin meant more sting, more burn, and she felt it. I made sure of it.

I could see it in the way her knuckles whitened, in the way her breath shook, in the way her thighs pressed together like she could somehow escape the slow, searing heat building between them.

But we both knew the truth: she loved this.

I spanked her again, harder.

She cried out, and my hand snapped against her naked cheeks again, still cherry red from her spanking over my knee just a short while ago.

I growled, gripping her hip with one hand, pressing down on her shoulder with the other, just enough to keep her exactly where I wanted her. “You can fight me all you want, Wildcat,” I bent down to croon in her ear, “but we both know how this ends.”

She shivered, knuckles whitening against the porcelain edge of the tub.

I dragged my rough palm over the curve of her ass, feeling the heat radiating off her skin, the way she flinched just slightly at the contact. She was sensitive already, the water making her slick, heightening the sensations she was feeling.

Good.

I wanted her to feel this. I wanted her to remember it.

“You think you can talk back to me?” My voice was deep, gruff-sounding in the steam-filled air as I rubbed slow, lazy circles over her ass. “That you can say whatever you want and not suffer the consequences, little mate?”

She huffed, turning her head just enough to glare at me over her shoulder. “I can and I will,Alpha.”

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