Page 6 of Blood
He looks down as he slips my knife into his pocket, and that’s the opening I’m waiting for. It’s only a few steps to the door, and I’m there in a flash, my adrenaline spiking. I’m shaking when I put my hand on the doorknob.
But before I can pull open the door, he’s behind me, his hand resting on the door. He holds it closed and cages me in. His entire body presses up behind mine, huge and hard. His breath is hot against my ear.
A shiver runs down my spine.
“I thought you were going to be a good girl for me.”
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Everleigh
Theman’shardbodypresses me up against the door. All of the emotions that I’ve gone through today have managed to get twisted and completely jacked up. That’s the only explanation for the surge of arousal that shoots through me.
“Naughty girls get punished, princess. I’m a man of my word. I warned you, and now I have to follow through.”
His fingers dig into the fleshy underside of my arm, yanking me away from the door. His strong arms drag me across the room before he stops next to the side of the couch.
“Bend over the sofa, princess.” He lets me go to fold his arms over his chest.
I stare back defiantly. There’s no way I’m doing that. I know I’m playing with fire by refusing, but I don’t want to be punished. I’m not sure what he’s planning, but Iamsure that I won’t like it.
When he calls me princess, it doesn’t sound like a term of endearment. He’s mocking me. But I’m not some sheltered, submissive little girl. We were both there to kill someone, weren’t we? How is he any different from me, and how does he think he gets to be the one in control here?
Amusement lights in his eyes at my disobedience. “Let me rephrase that. Naughty girls get punished, and you’ve been a very naughty girl. First, you fucked up my job. Second, you’ve disobeyed me several times, and you’re being a general pain in the ass. I’m happy to add to your punishment if you don’t start listening. Trust me when I say you won’t enjoy any of this.”
I swallow hard. My confidence is cracking, but I can’t just give in. I can’t. I fucked up his job? He fucked up mine.
I shake my head, and the sass comes out before I can censor myself. “Let me guess. This is going to hurt you more than it will hurt me?”
A muscle in his jaw twitches. “Not at all, sweetheart. I’m going to enjoy this.”
He pulls me around the couch, then sits and takes away any semblance of control I have as he drags me across his lap as though I weigh nothing. He’s so much bigger than me that there’s nothing I can do to stop it. Even though he’s manhandling me, just like he did when he dragged me out of Bobby’s apartment, he’s not hurting me. At least, not yet.
I land on his lap. His thighs are like tree trunks, hard beneath my belly. He’s so big that I’m dangling, my feet and head both off the floor. I grasp at the fabric of his pants for stability. This close to his body, I can smell him—sweat and cedar, both intoxicating.
His fingers hook into the elastic of my leggings. I freeze, but he drags them down over my ass before I can protest. He pulls them slowly, every inch rubbing across my flesh, lowering them until they’re just above my knees. My exposed skin prickles with goosebumps.
I should have figured it out when he told me to bend over the couch, but I didn’t. Now, though, it’s crystal clear. I disobeyed him, and I’m going to be spanked like a child. I’ve never been spanked in my life, not even as a kid. I was a good girl, and I assume my parents didn’t believe in spanking, because they certainly never used it as a punishment with me.
His hand strokes my bottom cheeks over my underwear, and I thank God that I didn’t try to wear something sexy today. The humiliation of being over his lap, compounded by him pulling my leggings down, is more than enough. I would die of embarrassment if he had a view of a lacy thong right now.
I’m not sure the pink, flowery bikini-cut panties are any less embarrassing, but at least they cover most of my bottom.
He runs his fingers along the elastic edge where my ass meets my thighs.
I whimper as my heart pounds in my chest. “Please don’t. Please let me go. I’ll be good.”
His hand leaves my body, then comes down sharply on my ass.
I let out my breath in a shriek. I kick my legs, struggling to get away, and he brings his leg over mine, trapping me in place. He rains down slaps on my bottom andfuck, it hurts. Way more than I thought it would.
Tears prick my vision. I don’t want to give him the satisfaction of seeing me cry. I grit my teeth, biting back the pain.
He stops, shifting beneath me. I catch my breath and wait for him to let me go, but the strong arm holding me in place doesn’t budge.
His gravelly voice drifts down to me. “I’m going to give you a taste, princess. Then you get to make a choice.”
A taste of what?
