Page 68 of Claim Me
A core sense of need swept through both of us as he cocked his head. “Only when I choose.”
“Yes, sir.” His darkness enveloped me, the strange yet wonderful cravings keeping my pussy throbbing. Still in a playful mood, I purposely disobeyed him, managing to slip away. I knew he’d catch me. Everything inside of me wanted him to capture me as his prey.
He did so just when I reached the door. The way he wrapped his thick fingers around the back of my neck, spinning me around to face him, sent my mind to wanton places.
“What am I going to do about how naughty you are?” As he jerked me back to the same place, his eyes darted to his clothes heaped on the floor, the light from the desk lamp reflected off his belt buckle. He slid his heated gaze down to my breasts as he planted a hand on the wall beside me. When he raked a single finger down the length of my neck, sliding it very slowly between my breasts, the raggedness of my breathing was the only sound in the room. I was shivering like a leaf, trying to remain in position, but I was losing the battle.
“I don’t know.” All he had to do was lift his chin, the deep pools of his eyes penetrating mine, for my entire body and mind to react. “I mean, sir.”
“Mmm…” He took his time rolling the tip around one nipple then the other, his chest rising and falling in labored breaths. “It won’t be up to you.” Quick in his actions, he jerked his trousers from the floor, giving me a look as if daring me to defy him.
My body had continuously betrayed me around him, pushing me away from the defensiveness I’d felt from minute one. When he jerked on the thick strap, I issued a single moan. His smile was as torrid as the tingles electrifying every inch, searing every nerve ending.
He took his time pulling the belt free, shaking his head as he’d done before. His indication I’d been a very bad girl.
I didn’t fight him as he turned me so I’d face the wall.
There was no need to look at his face or strain to hear his words. I knew exactly what he was thinking, his command something I craved following. I pulled my arms over my head, taking several deep breaths as the moment of anticipation kept me swaying.
His hot breath tickled my back, the way his fingers caressed my skin thrilling. I sucked in and held my breath, a surge of excitement unlike anything I’d ever felt.
The first crack of his belt pushed me onto my toes, not only from the force, but also from the rush of adrenaline. I’d expected instant pain, but there wasn’t, only an even more powerful throb deep within my core.
I heard his growls, still intoxicated by his musky scent. He brought the belt down three more times, the near perfect rhythmreminding me of the deep bass beats of the song I’d written for him.
He took the time to brush the tips of his fingers from one side of my bottom to the other. The slight ache created a wave of heat crawling slowly up to my jaw. The brutal snap of the thick leather forced another moan and I fisted my hands as the discomfort shifted to pain.
Shifting back and forth, I sagged against the wall.
Kazimir could be so gentle, so loving with the way he touched me. I’d never felt so cherished. But when he began the act of discipline with determined, methodical strikes, I was reminded he required full control.
Every sound I made seemed to enthuse him. There was no struggle to hear his labored breathing and the deep guttural sounds as he marked me. Passion versus pain. Tenderness versus domination. I cinched my eyes shut, weathering the storm that was all him.
He brought the strap down four more times, dragging moans from the core of my being, but I sensed his hunger was as crazed as mine.
As he turned me around, he muttered something I couldn’t understand, but when he locked eyes with mine, there was no mistaking the possessive look or the building need.
The passion we shared was explosive, the rush of our desire threatening to consume and never let us go. When he shook his head, fear swept through me.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
“Nothing is wrong.”
“Then what? What is it? Am I not good enough?”
Instantly his entire body bristled, his brow furrowing as he darted his eyes back and forth, searching. Wondering. After exhaling, he cupped my face, his jaw clenching from disbelief. “Never think that, Marissa. Don’t ever say that to me again. You don’t understand. You’ve awakened something deep within me that I’ve wanted dead. That I’ve done everything to ignore. I’ll hurt you. That’s not something I want or can tolerate.” He was angry at himself and at the world, doing his best to block out needs and wants, refusing to succumb to the chemistry so overwhelming neither one of us could breathe.
Everything was a mess, the horror of losing Charlie, the breadth of loneliness and fear that gripped my mind pounding behind my eyes. A stranger had wanted me. A protector had saved me. And my lover would consume me.
“I don’t care. Don’t you understand? I just don’t care.” Oh, God. Was this really happening?
When I looked away, trying to catch my breath, still reeling from the anguish, he gripped my chin, forcing me to look at him once again. We were locked in a moment, lost in the covenant of sin.
“Then hear me. No one will ever touch you again. You are mine.”
CHAPTER 20
Marissa
