Page 46 of Beautiful Broken Obsession

The door opens again to Milos. His eyes are on Lydia. “I need a moment with my fiancée, please.” His Russian accent is there, turning the words into smoke and gravel grating over my sensitive skin. I want to plead with her not to leave, except my throat is too tight to get the words out.

“Sure. I’m going to go prepare the shoes so it will be a few. Call me when you’re ready.” Lydia flits away as if the devil were on her heels.

Only the softest of clicks reaches my ears when the door closes behind him. It’s there again, the darkness that made Lydia shiver. I shiver too, but not in fear, in breathless anticipation.

He can’t mean to do what I see in his eyes, not here—not where anyone could hear. Okay, I had yet to see a single person, but still…we were in public. I intend to back away, only my legs won’t move. Milos is in front of me, waves of intense heat hitting me, pulling me into his current. A hand comes up to my cheek, brushing over the skin in the barest of touches.

“Kotyonokis showing her claws today. I will not allow it. You will be a sweet, submissive kitten for me. Behave and your rewards will be numerous. Force me to correct you and you will regret it.”

What? “I’m not an unruly child you’re going to punish, Milos. I’m a woman—”

A hand is around my throat, squeezing in warning. Why the fuck am I so wet? “Act like a woman and I will treat you like one. Swear like a child and have tantrums, and I will spank your ass raw so that every time you sit down for the next few days, you will be reminded of your foolish behavior in order to not repeat it. As badly as the spanking I gave you years ago hurt, I was pulling my strength. Today I will not.”

The memory of that long-ago spanking, and what happened after, sends my whole body into aching longing. No, damn it.

“Fuck you.” I have no idea where the air comes from to force the words out of my painfully tight lungs.

An eyebrow goes up. “Not yet,zhena. More the pity. Remember, I warned you.”

Lightning fast, I’m pulled over the arm of the silk chaise lounge. Before I can even take in air, the hem of the dress is over the back of my head. He tears the silky panties apart with his bare hands until my ass is on display.

“No!” I gasp. It’s too late, a second later his hand comes down on one ass cheek. The pain is sharp and blinding. Holy crap, he wasn’t kidding. As bad as the spanking hurt before, this is much worse.

“You do not tell me no. You do not tell me a fucking thing. Ten to each cheek. Count them off, Celia.” The words hit my skin almost as hard as he’s promising his hand will.

I shake my head, that hand tightens in warning around my neck. “Count. Them. Off. Celia.” He growls.

“One,” I ground out the word between my teeth.

“Two.”

Oh god, no. It can’t be. “Three.” I moan.

“Four,” I spit out. I hate him and myself for what’s happening to me. This is a punishment while I want to kill him for treating me like a child. The previous response was because it was something new, different, Milos cared and was punishing me for hurting myself. This is an entirely different situation, so how can it still turn me inside out like this?

“Five.” Is a gasp.

I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him with every fiber of my being by the time I get to eighteen. I gasp the word “twenty,” and only seconds later his thick fingers are playing in the crack of my ass.

“No,” I plead.

A throaty chuckle. “Yes, my dear Celia. Just not yet. Although it would be the easiest way to satisfy the both of us in order to deliver those sheets your father wants so badly. Believe me when I tell you I will ensure you come long and hard while my cock is in your tight little ass.”

What twists me up even more is I have no doubt he will deliver on his promise. So much so that I almost open my mouth to plead for him to take me there. Except, no, oh no—his fingers find what has me pleading for the world to open up and swallow me whole. The way I’m dripping wet from his spanking.

“Such sweet honey you make for me.” It’s a whisper. “Once again your punishment is keeping me from enjoying this honey. You don’t get to come. Why don’t you get to come,kotyonok?”

Humiliation fills me. “Because I was bad and this is a punishment.”

The hand around my throat yanks me from over the arm of the chaise lounge, then onto my knees. “Last time I told you sucking my cock wasn’t a punishment. This time, it is. Open your pretty little mouth for me.”

I’m so messed up. My core is clenching tight as he undoes his belt, his pants and slides the zipper down. His cock is so hard it isn’t easy for him to pull down the silky black boxers. I open my mouth, my hand is around him, needing to touch him.

Catching my hand. “No, no touching. Next time, I’ll allow it, but not this time. This is a punishment. I’m going to fuck your throat. Don’t make me bind your hands. Put them behind your back.”

I don’t fight him. Clasping my hands together, I open my mouth to him.

Satisfaction rolls from him in waves. Shame slams into me. How could he not be so sure he can use me, when I give in without the smallest fight? No, damn it. I fall back and try to roll away from him.

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