Page 54 of Ferocious Nightmare

I came alive at his touch.

Chest hitching, mind buzzing, heart palpitating. Expectant and alert, waiting and wanting. Always wanting.

I loved this man. Dios, did I love him.

Is that what made this so hard? Hard for me to show my heart to him, to be open and honest about my feelings, instead of these games we played?

If he ever knew the truth, how much I felt for him, his rejection, if it ever came, would break me.

The loud, clapping noise of the door slamming shut, then the subsequent silence, let me know we were now alone in the room, making my heart flutter and my skin tingle.

Waiting, watching, breathing, needing to know what came next.

Coulter stood for a long moment, not moving, except to press his face into the back of my hair and inhale a deep breath. Then, slowly, his fingers moved to the front of my dress, folding over the top. He clenched his fist, pulling the material tight, then edged it down so that my tit was showing.

The cool air made the nipple perk, and his lips pressed against my ear. “You have no fucking idea how sexy you are when you boss powerful men around.” He pinched my nipple, rolling it between his fingers. “But, you disobeyed me. And that, I cannot tolerate. You need to be punished.”

My breath caught, and my stomach lurched as tingles of lust shot between my thighs.

“Do you understand?” His deep voice.

“Yes, sir.”

“Prepare yourself,” his teeth clamped down on the nape of my neck, biting it.

“Mmhmm,” I shivered.

“This is a punishment, Aster, not a reward.”

“Maybe for you.”

He clasped me tighter, and he let out a dark rumble of need. "Aster." His lips pressed to my skin, kissing and suckling my neck, then down my shoulder. "What do you think you're doing?”

"Saving your ass. Isn't it obvious?"

There was a sharp silence, then a growl. He suddenly shoved me forward, pushing me against the wall. “You don’t get to save me, Aster. That’s my job, to protect us both."

"Your dad put me in danger when he drug me from my home. I had no choice in that. But now, I can do something."

His hands roamed down my body, sliding my dress upwards. “By making deals with the cartel?"

“If that’s what it takes.”

“You can’t trust the cartel.”

“You did.”

“And that was a mistake.” The material of my panties dug into my skin for a brief moment before he fucking tore them from me, the bastard. “And now, I’m going to teach you a lesson. You defied me, Aster. Challenged a man who had his gun on you,” swiftly, his hand came down, spanking me. “You gave your word.” Again. Two hits, then three. The sharp sting shot through me, and a vicious wave of arousal followed in its wake. I squirmed with need as he hit me again. Four. “You promised you wouldn’t do anything so reckless.”

"That's right," I exhaled, jutting out my ass to meet his hand now, the tips of my fingers gripping the wall. “And I’d do it again. I’ll do whatever needs to be done to win this.”

"Fuck!" He spanked me harsher, the sensation a flame over my skin. "You." Slap. "Don't." Slap. "Put." Slap. "Yourself." Slap. “In." Slap. "Danger."

“Dios, Coulter!" I cried out, my body shaking with need. I was wet, drenched with desire, my inner thighs slippery. “I had to.”

Suddenly it stopped, and he growled in my ear. "You're nothing but trouble, nightmare.” He pulled me up and his nose pressed into my neck, his words rolling over me. "I should send you back to Mexico, back to your father where you belong. I should make you leave and never come back.”

"No," I begged. I tried to turn around, but he wouldn’t let me move. “I want to stay. I belong here now."

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