Page 69 of Hunt Me
His sigh was heavy. “You’re still lying.”
I’d had enough of playing games with him. Even though more than a trickle of fear swept through me, I jerked away, immediately spinning and kicking him in the gut.
Stunned, his body was pummeled back against the bed when he thumped down. That didn’t stop him. He lunged forward, but there was no anger on his face, only sheer amusement.
I didn’t hesitate, managing to get off one hard kick then a second, but he caught my ankle, twisting me around. He wasn’t expecting my quick reactions. I jammed one fist under his jaw, breaking the connection. Only this time, I stumbled backwards.
That gave him enough time to regroup.
He snagged my arm, jerking me toward him.
“Your penance begins now.” Ripping my arms over my head, he grabbed both wrists with one hand, wagging his finger with the other. “You’re a very clever girl,moy ideal’nyy angel, but playing games with me will never be in your best interest.”
I’d never felt so vulnerable, scared to death about what he was going to do. When he backed toward the bed, sitting down and yanking me over his lap, my mind began to shut down. I was lost to the fear, my heart hammering to the point the thudding sounds echoed in my ears. Was he going to… no. No! I had to fight him. I refused to be some weak girl he could terrorize.
The second I began to struggle in his hold, he brought his hand down against my bottom with enough ferocity I gasped. Pain skittered down the insides of my legs, creating a wave of fire. This wasn’t happening. This couldn’t be possible.
“Things would have gone so much better if you would have told me the truth from the beginning.” I hated how his deep baritonecreated a wave of desire even stronger than I’d felt before. I wiggled on his lap, wishing I could be horrified that his cock was hard, the intense throb pressing in between my legs.
Mikhail smashed his hand down again, delivering several brutal smacks in a row. My stomach twisted and I managed to pitch my body forward and backward, horrified when I gathered a whiff of my desire. He was enjoying this too. When I was almost able to roll my hips off his lap, he released my wrists, fisting my hair instead.
“That’s not very nice, Bristol. I don’t think you want to cross me any further.”
I hated the way he said my name, the syllables far too seductive. He was spanking me, but he was also reawakening the same desire from two nights before. I was in some kind of shock, my tone turning into pleading. “Please, just let me go. I was telling you the truth.”
Mostly.
Had there been a camera inside the house? If so, why hadn’t it caught the person responsible?
He issued a single deep growl, the sound subtle yet even more provocative. “That’s not going to happen.” He continued the spanking, bringing his hand down in rapid motions, moving from one side of my bottom to the other.
I bit back my whimpers, refusing to allow him the satisfaction of hearing me cry. The pain was building, tears of frustration and fear drawing near. I kicked my legs in frustration, feeling more like a petulant child than a lawyer to be.I’m not getting away.The thought rolled through my mind as his actions becamerougher, the sound of his palm striking against my ass cheeks floating into the room.
When he caressed my skin, rolling the tips of his fingers up and down my heated ass, I threw my arm behind me in some crazy attempt to stop him.
He wrenched it against my back, his fingers digging into my wrist.
“I can tell you’re going to need to be taught a much stricter lesson. All in good time.” He slid his fingers across my seared flesh then down the crack of my ass to my wetness.
“No!” I struggled as hard as I could, my actions only causing me to grind against his legs and the bulge between them. My entire body ached, and I was shocked and humiliated that my nipples had hardened. Fuck. Fuck. I couldn’t be aroused.
As he dipped the tips of his fingers past my swollen folds, I let off a series of moans.
“You’re very wet,moy ideal’nyy angel.”
“Fuck you.”
His laugh was too husky, too seductive. He pumped his fingers inside several times until I almost fell into the lull of ecstasy. I broke the insane spell, beating my fist against his leg. He wasn’t fazed in the least.
The spanking began again in earnest, the strikes long and hard. My pulse in my throat, all I could do was close my eyes and pray this would be over soon.
Then I’d kick him in the balls for using my vulnerability against me.
Mikhail pushed his hand between my legs again, this time rolling a single finger around my clit several times before thrusting it into my pussy. “You will learn respect as well as absolute obedience. I won’t accept anything less. Do you understand me?”
My body shuddered, the utter betrayal infuriating.
“You’re insane.”
