Page 37 of Darkness Tempt Me
Mavik sucks in a deep breath. “Fucking hell,” he hisses. He shrugs out of his suit jacket and unbuttons his dress shirt.
My mouth falls open. I expected the hard, chiseled muscles, but nothing could have prepared me for all the tattoos. There are stunning tats all over his back, flowers on his arms, and clinging to his chest. He’s a fucking work of art. I had no idea all…thiswas hidden under those sharp white dress shirts.
He’s so fucking hot, I could jerk off at the mere sight of him for the rest of my life. Before I can even register the move, he spins me around and bends me over the table. A loud smack echoes off the walls. I moan. “Oh god, did you just spank me?”
His chuckle is low and rough. “I did. I need to punish my boy for not believing in me or our marriage.
“Wait, what? No, I though—”
Smack. The loud crack of his palm hitting my flesh, followed by that sexy tingling pain, has me sticking my ass out further.Smack.Smack.Smack.
“Fuck. How did—” My words trail off. How did he know I’m into spanking? Did I say so on our wedding night? I’m afraid to say the words out loud, though, because he might stop.Smack.Smack.
My cock is poking out of my thong and leaking all over his desk. “Oh, fuck, Daddy.”
Something about my saying Daddy causes Mavik to snap. He loses all control as he spins me around and brings me back down on his lap. I grind against his erection as he tugs my cock out of my panties.
My cell phone rings, and I freeze when I see it’s my brother. My gaze collides with Mavik’s.
“Go on,” he rumbles. “Answer it.”
“T-Tyler?” It’s embarrassing how labored my breathing is, but my brother doesn’t seem to notice.
“Are you free to meet up?”
“Yes, when?”
“Fifteen minutes.” He sounds fine, but I don’t want to chance missing my opportunity to meet with him. Especially if he’s in trouble.
“Okay. Fifteen minutes. I can meet you at the café near my office.”
Tyler pauses. “I already had coffee. Why don’t I meet you at the benches outside? Across the street from the café, by the fountain.”
“Sure. See you soon.”
I peer down at my still-hard cock as I realize I’m still sitting in Mavik’s lap. “Oh god, how am I going to meet him like this?”
Mavik gives me a wicked smile and resumes stroking me. The movements are rough and almost punishing. It’s hot as fuck, and riles me up so quickly, I know I won’t need ten minutes, let alone fifteen.
“Tell Daddy how badly you need to come.” His strokes become faster.
“Daddy, I mean sir, I mean—I don’t know what I mean,” I whine. “Please, please, sir. Can I come?”
He groans. “Sir, Daddy, Husband. You can call me any one of those. As long as you let me take care of you.”
I whimper, my head spinning.
“It’s okay, let Daddy show you he knows what you want,” he whispers into my ear. Then, he wraps his fingers around my neck and tightens. I hold my breath, the sensation enough to make my impending orgasm that much more intense.
The combination of his hand on my throat and his punishing strokes causes me to shatter apart. I come so hard I almost black out. I go completely limp on his lap, and he chuckles, reaching for some tissues. I gasp when I see the mess I made all over his chest.
“Next time you think anything between us is fake, I want you to remember the way you came apart in my hands and marked me with your seed.”
As soon as my brother comes into view, I sprint to his side and throw my arms around him. “Oh my gosh. You’re okay.”
He nods, tears spilling from his eyes. “I’m okay. I’m so sorry, Pey. I didn’t mean to ghost you. He took my phone away from me. I found it today when he left for work.”
“Oh, Ty.”
