Page 150 of Undisputed Chaos
"One," he counted, his voice darkly amused as his hand rubbed the sting deeper into my flesh. "For running."
Another slap landed on my other cheek, his rough palm igniting fire that bloomed into throbbing heat.
"Two. For leaving the house without telling me."
My nerves lit like a match, the heat spreading down to my clenching core.
The third spank came harder, his fingers splaying to grip the burning flesh.
"Three. For looking at me like I'm some monster when all I did was save your pretty ass."
Tears pricked my eyes. A bit from pain, but mostly from the shameful pulse between my legs, the slickness I couldn’t hide.
Adrian’s laugh was low and knowing as his fingers trailed through my folds, gathering wetness.
"Look at this," he crooned, holding his glistening fingers to the sunlight. "Dripping from a spanking. Dirty angel."
Before I could respond, those same fingers circled my asshole, pressing insistently like he did yesterday.
I tensed, a whimper escaping as he pushed the tip inside, stretching me with my own wetness.
"Shhh," he soothed, his other hand tightening in my hair until my scalp burned. "You take what I give you. Isn’t that right?"
I nodded frantically as he worked his finger deeper. The stretch burned, the filthy fullness making me squirm.
His free hand landed another sharp smack to my thigh, making me jerk.
"Words, Isla."
"Yes!" The word tore from me, half-sob, half-moan. "Yes, I’ll take it!”
He purred his approval, adding a second finger alongside the first. The ache sharpened, my body clamping down instinctively as he scissored them.
"Good girl. So tight here." His thumb found my clit, rubbing rough circles that had my hips jerking.
"But here…" He pressed down hard on my clit, making me cry out. "Here you’re fucking soaked. Begging to have me inside you.”
The duality destroyed me—the brutal stretch of his fingers in my ass, the relentless pressure on my clit.
His pace quickened, the slick sounds of my arousal mixing with the crinkle of leaves as he adjusted beneath me.
"Should’ve known," he murmured, leaning over my back, dragging my cardigan down with his teeth. He bit my shoulder, making me gasp.
"My angel needs both holes filled to behave."
The dirty words sent a fresh flood of wetness between my legs. I choked on a sob, humiliation and pleasure colliding as he pushed his fingers fully into my hole.
"There we go," he crooned, beginning slow, long thrusts.
When he finally withdrew, I nearly sobbed until he yanked me upright by the hair, his teeth grazing my earlobe. “On your knees, angel.”
He shoved me forward, my cardigan crumpling beneath me like a blanket as he settled me on my hands and knees.
His hands manhandled me onto it, the soft knit scratchy against my cheek.
My ass hovered in the air, exposed and trembling, while he knelt behind me. The sound of his zipper made me look back over my shoulder.
“Eyes forward,” he ordered, gripping my hair to angle my face away.
