Page 54 of Devious Truth

“You say the most outrageous things.” I try to make it sound like an accusation. “You can’t just say stuff like that! I’m an adult. I’m not a child.”

Finally, my voice returns, and my spine has come back, too.

It doesn’t matter if his molten eyes soak my panties. I will not allow him to come into my home and dictate to me. He won’t treat me like some disobedient little girl.

“No?” He cocks his head to the side as though to study me.

“No. I want you to leave.” I have to stop lying to him.

He’s a human lie detector, and by the flicker in his eyes I’ve failed to fool him again.

“Fine. We’ll do this the hard way. Maybe you’ll learn, for next time, to be honest.”

“Next time? There’s isn’t going even be a first time!” I reach out to the side, scrambling to find something on the dresser to use to protect myself from him.

All I find is an empty glass. It’s thin, cheap glass and would probably crack if I squeezed it too hard, but it’s all I have.

“Stay back.”

I raise my ‘weapon,’ which makes him arch an eyebrow.

“You’ll only make it worse,” he warns as he takes a step forward.

I don’t have a choice. I hurl the glass at him, striking him in the chest. It lands with a muted thud—a useless attack—then falls to the floor, splitting cleanly in two.

There’s a low growl, then he attacks. Lunging forward, he grabs hold of my wrist and yanks me toward him.

With agility a man of his size shouldn’t possess, he drops onto the edge of my bed and drags me over his knee. He maneuvers me until my torso sinks into the bed and my legs trail off the edge of his lap.

“No!” Kicking my feet, I try to wiggle from his grasp while shoving at the bed to gain some leverage.

The first smack across my legging-covered ass stills me. Shock freezes me.

He uses my surprise to his advantage, wrapping his arm around my waist and anchoring me to his body.

“This all has to go.”

He shoves my shirt up over my hips, then grabs the elastic of my leggings, tearing them down over my ass and then continues until they’re at my ankles.

Kicking only seems to aid him, as the leggings fly free.

“Fuck.” His single word comes out pained. “No panties?”

I swing my arm back, trying to cover my bare ass with my splayed hand.

“Move your hand, Vee.” He rests his palm on the back of my thigh, the sizzle instant.

His ability to stoke a fire inside the very core of me with a simple touch only irritates me. As much as my body wants him, and as tired I am of fighting it, I have to try.

“No. Let me up!” I kick my legs again, which he easily stops by lifting his leg and trapping mine beneath.

“Fine. Your way it is.” He grasps my wrist and bends my arm until he has it pinned at the small of my back.

Moving our positioning, I slide from the bed and end up dangling over his knee. I have to use my free hand to keep from falling on my face.

The smacks come fast. There’s no reprieve between swats to catch my breath.

“Stop!” I scream when air finally comes to me.

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