Page 35 of Seduction (Wicked Vows)

“Wait, what?” Her beautiful eyes widen as she stares at me. “What are you talking about?”

Ha. As if a brilliant woman like her forgot. Nice try.

She’s so fucking beautiful and wholesome. Those wide green eyes beckon me to come and rest, like a grassy field under the heat of a summer day. I haven’t rested in fucking decades.

“You know exactly what I’m talking about.”

“Is that how you’re going to play this, Markov?”

Ah, the age-old art of deflecting.

“You were the one who decided I was your husband, and you were the one who thought it wise to be disrespectful to your husband.” I wrap the belt around my fist and make a little loop. Snap it.

There’s no denying it now. I catch the widening of her pupils, the breathless sound of her breath. The way she swallows hard. Vera Ivanova is turned on. I’m going to give her the slightest little taste of what she’s read and no doubt fantasized about.

I shake my head. “I’ve told you what I expect, Vera.”

She opens her mouth as if to say something, but nothing comes out.

“You’ll turn around and face that bed. Bend over onto your arms.” Doing so will expose her to me, and I’m banking on the fact that the thought likely terrifies and arouses her.

“Markov, what are you doing?” Her voice is all wobbly.

“Teaching my wife to obey her husband.”

She stares at me, her eyes wide. “And if I don’t. . . do that?” she whispers.

“Then I will forcibly put you over my lap, pin you down, and you will not like the kind of spanking I will deliver. Now, which will it be?”

She’s bright pink when she asks in a choked voice, “What if someone hears us?”

“Then they’ll learn what happens to disobedient wives, won’t they?”

She crosses her arms and shakes her head, a last-ditch effort. “I do not think this is part of our arrangement.”

“You’re a smart girl, Vera. Brilliant, really. Didn’t you think about what would happen if you disobeyed your husband?”

“You’re not—” She clamps her mouth shut. She can’t say it out loud; if anybody hears her tonight, they’ll know she’s lying. “This is the modern day.”

“You have three more seconds before I come and fetch you.” I frown at her. “One.”

Her gaze flickers.

“Two.” I’m prepared to go get her and do exactly what I promised.

“Fine,” she says, jutting her chin out as if she’s just made a decision. “I’ll give you this, but on my terms.”

With one quick motion, she removes her top, revealing nothing but a tiny, barely-there cami. She steps out of her sweats, wearing adorable little white, almost transparent undies. Her small breasts push against the cami, and the chaste undies barely cover her ass.

Damn.

And with that, she flounces over to the bed and bends over. Now, I’m hard as a rock.

She gives me a mocking look over her shoulder. “Does this please you, husband?”

My steps are slow and deliberate as I approach her.

When I reach her, I place my hand on her lower back and can feel her tension. I bend down to her ear and whisper, “Very much. Yes, this pleases me, wife, even if you did so from a place of defiance. I’m only going to give you the smallest chastisement, wife. After all, we’re new to this. But I want you to remember what it feels like to have my belt across your ass. I want you to remember what it feels like to be humiliated and punished by your husband. Do you understand me? I want you to remember this the next time you think of disobeying me.”

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