Page 22 of Debt to the Mafia King
“Can we just get on with this?” I snapped with more bravery in my voice than I felt. “I mean, this road is pretty private, so you wouldn’t have an audience.” The waiting was killing me and making it harder and harder to be brave.
“It is private,” Viktor’s smile grew as he glanced around. “Isn’t it?”
Fuck, fuck, fuck he was actually going to do it. I should have kept my mouth shut.
But then what difference would that make? He was going to kill me anyway. The where and when didn’t matter.
“So you want me out of the car or—”
“I mean, we could. I think I’d like to see you spread out over the hood of my car.”
Spread out? Fear bit into me. I’d thought it’d be quick, a bullet to the head or—”
He yanked at my arm, and I fell forward, right across his lap.
“What the hell?” I hissed, and my cheek hit the car door painfully. “Viktor, what the hell?” I asked again when he began to tug down my yoga pants.Panties bunched in them, he didn’t stop until they were tangled around my knees.
“Good girls get pleasure, bad girls who try to escape get punished.” His hand came down hard on my left butt cheek, and a stinging pain zapped through my body. He did the same again, this time to the right cheek.
And then there was nothing but pain. Relentless and burning hot until it felt like my ass was on fire. Tears prickled my eyes, and when I blinked, they fell down my cheeks silently.
I wouldn’t cry out, I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of hearing my pain.
“Ow,” I broke my vow on the next slap.
He chuckled above me. “Does it hurt, Printsessa?”
“Yes,” I said through gritted teeth.
“Good.” He did it again, and the stinging started again, but this time he massaged the burning cheek. Hard and rough, but it took the sting away. “You shouldn’t have run from me, Leah. Your actions have consequences.” He went back to spanking me hard, but he rubbed away every pain with his thick, skillful fingers until I didn’t know whether I was coming or going.
It was like every atom of my being was teetering between pleasure and pain until I didn’t know which was which anymore.
“Oh, Printsessa.” Something in Viktor’s voice changed. His hand, kneading at my ass cheek, dipped lower. His fingers slid through the slickness between my thighs. “You liked that, didn’t you?”
“No.”
His chuckle grew throaty. “Are you sure?”
Two fingers speared me, my whole body lifted, and he held me down, pressing a hand into the small of my back.
“Because it feels to me,” in and out his fingers thrust, and every time they breached my body, I let out a whimpering cry. “That you are more than turned on, Leah. Lift your ass for me.” He curled his fingers inside, pressing against the bundle of nerves burieddeep inside my body.
Embarrassment flooded me. We were on the side of the road. If anyone drove past, they would be greeted with my ass. And the sight of his fingers plunging in and out of me. The spanking might have been a turn on, but giving that kind of show wasn’t.
“Now.” His other hand slapped my ass again, and this time he didn’t rub it better.
“Viktor,” I cried out. “That hurts.”
“It’s meant to,” he reminded me with a small laugh. “Now lift this pretty ass up and let me make you scream.”
I arched my back. “In pain or in—” I trailed off, his fingers worked overtime inside of me. His hand squeezed my ass cheek hard.
“Yes.” He said, which didn’t answer the question at all. “You belong to me, Leah, your freedom belongs to me. If you try and run from me, a light spanking will be the the least of your worries.” He spread my ass cheeks wide, and something wet hit my crack. Sliding down until—
I sucked in a breath as he swirled that saliva into my dark hole. Coating me with it and then. “But if you behave, if you are a good girl, then I’ll give you so much pleasure that you will never want to leave. Do you promise to be a good girl, Leah?”
“Ohhh.” I gave a strangled cry as he pushed his thumb into my ass up to the first knuckle. The sudden intrusion had me surging forward. Trying to get away from it, but there was nowhere to go.
