Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 77879 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77879 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
I yanked the belt again, forcing her to bend backward, her ass pressing against my cock as her back pressed to my chest.
She still fought, every thrash giving me more delicious friction against my cock.
She pressed against me harder, as if she could push me away, her fingers back on the belt, pulling at it.
She was testing me, teasing me, daring me.
I certainly wouldn’t let that challenge go unanswered.
Need coiled low in my stomach, tight and demanding.
With one hand still holding the belt taut, I pushed her back down over the desk, keeping my cock pressed to her tight core.
“Have you ever been punished, my bad little girl?” I asked.
She refused to answer.
I trailed my hand down the smooth delicate skin of her back again, but this time when I got to that little triangle of lace, I wrapped my fingers around it and tore it from her body.
Now there was nothing blocking her from me.
I took a step back, just enough to take all of her in. The long slender curves of her back, the way her spine arched, and the flawless porcelain skin that covered the surprisingly firm, round curve of her ass.
Placing my hand back at the top of her spine, I traced down to that curve again, reveling in her further shivers of desire as I continued over her crack until just before I got to her cunt. Then I slammed my hand down on her ass cheek hard enough the smack echoed in the small room.
I expected a yelp or a scream, or even a long line of profanity to spill from between her lips.
Instead, there was a sharp gasp—not of pain, but something else.
She twisted around and glared at me over her shoulder. “Is that all you’ve got? I’m supposed to tell you all of my secrets because of that?”
Challenge accepted, little pet.
I was going to enjoy making her eat those words.
I slapped her ass again on the other cheek, and she arched into it before laughing.
“I hope that’s not how you were planning on breaking me.”
The sound of her laughter was grating, taunting.
She didn’t think I could break her.
I was going to show her what it meant to piss off an Ivanov.
My control snapped.
I pulled the belt tighter, restricting her air as I spanked her again. Over and over, using the front and back of my hand. After a dozen spanks, her skin was flushed red and warm to the touch.
I was right.
Her skin glowed so beautifully in the firelight for me. The only thing that could make this sight more breathtaking was my cock buried between those red cheeks.
I loosened my grip on the belt just enough for her to take one deep, shattering breath.
Zoya’s nails went from clutching at the belt to digging into the wooden desktop, and I expected to hear a sob, maybe a plea for me to stop.
Something to prove I had won. I had broken her.
Instead, she laughed again.
“You like this,” I muttered, dragging my hand over her heated flesh.
I wasn’t even mad. I was amazed.
She took her punishment as a reward. This girl was stronger than I thought.
She didn’t even try hiding the shiver this time.
“Maybe you’re not as untouchable as you pretend to be,” I whispered.
She didn’t reply but laid her head on the desk as she tried to catch her breath.
I had to know. I slapped her ass again, making her jump, then I slid my fingers between her ass cheeks, ghosting over her puckered hole down to her cunt, which was — just as I had hoped — hot and dripping wet.
“Is this why you are such a brat? Looking for the right man to come along and give you the attention you need?” I mocked her, teased her.
Her head whipped around, blonde hair flying across her back to her other shoulder, sending a delicate floral fragrance into the air.
“It doesn’t matter what you do. I’ll never break. Not for you. Not for anyone.” The fire in her eyes matched mine, and she had no idea of the gauntlet she was throwing down, but I would happily pick it up.
“Let’s see about that.”
My hand went to my pants, and she didn’t stop me.
She said nothing as I took out my cock and stroked it.
Her eyes widened as she watched me over her shoulder, but her pretty little lips stayed clamped shut.
“Last chance to be a good girl,” I said, stroking my cock.
“Go to hell,” she spat, and I yanked the belt, forcing her head to snap forward.
I pressed my cock to her clit, moving it up and down. Fuck, she was dripping wet and so fucking hot. Her body was going to squeeze me like a velvet glove.
Her hips rose, meeting mine, begging for more.
I’d rather hear begging coming from her sweet lips, but this would work.