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My cock was throbbing to the point it caused significant pain. She was a dazzling surprise, opening her mouth and capturing my thumb. There was something so entirely provocative about the sound she made while sucking my thick digit that I was completely mesmerized, losing myself in the mindless gesture.

Her eyes were shimmering as if ready to dilate, her luscious lips twisting as she pulled more of my thumb into her hot, wet mouth. My breathing was even more labored as I plunged it in and out, forcing her to take every inch. It was a taste of what was to come. As her long eyelashes skimmed across her cheeks, I was certain I’d died and gone to heaven.

For a sadistic man like me, she managed to pull every string, pushing me into a moment of contentment. I would lock her inside a cage, waiting for my return home every night. She sucked as if she were starved, and I was ready to fuck her right here and now.

Which hadn’t been my intention.

Perhaps one taste of her was in order after her mouthiness and bratty attitude.

I wasn’t given that chance and I should have known her actions were nothing but an attempt at breaking free from the man who’d captured more than just her attention. She was quick in her actions. I’d have to give her that. While I was in my lurid haze, she managed to jerk free from me, able to shove both hands against my chest with surprising force.

However, it was her long legs that were the most dangerous part of her. She kicked one into my chest and the other into my groin before I knew what had hit me, but she was counting on her actions feeling as if I’d been hit by a truck.

And her calculations had been correct. I was pitched against the corner, sliding down because of the agony that immediately rushed through every red fucking blood cell.

She didn’t waste any momentum or time, pressing the button to get the elevator started. Then she had the nerve to punch me hard in the jaw to buy herself some time.

I’d been in dozens of brutal fights from the time an asshole had bullied me at school, but I’d never been hit so hard by a woman in my life. There’d been plenty of those who’d tried, but they’d learned the hard way I wasn’t an easy mark.

This woman was… unusual. The doors were already opening by the time I recovered, but I lunged forward, grabbing her around the ankle, pitching her backward like a rag doll. That was all the time I needed to jerk to a standing position, closing the doors and shaking my head.

I even rolled my arm over my mouth, able to taste blood from where I’d bitten my tongue. It was impossible not to laugh. Perhaps I was the one who’d underestimated her.

“You will be punished for that.”

“Oh, yeah?” she barked, kicking off her shoes and acting as if she was a prize fighter ready to take me on.

Chuckling more darkly than before, I stopped the elevator once again, grinning as if I’d just noticed I had the trillion-dollar winning lottery ticket. She gave me a lust-filled look that screamed ‘bring it.’

I yanked off my jacket, tossing it on the floor. She decided at that moment to take a hard swing but this time I was too fast for her, jerking to the side. After that I wrapped one arm around her waist, lifting her two feet off the floor while I planted one foot against the elevator wall. From there, she likely knew she was no match for my strength. I easily tossed her over my thick knee, yanking up her dress a split second later.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” She fought me as I knew she would, pummeling her fisted hands against anywhere on my body she could reach, bucking hard enough she almost dropped to the floor.

“What do you think? I’m punishing you. You should learn that attempting to kickbox with a dangerous man isn’t the best idea.” I slipped a single finger under the thin elastic of her delightfully matching thong, snapping my wrist and pulling the material free.

She gasped, struggling even harder, instantly yelling as if anyone was going to hear her. But for all her lithe movements as a dancer, all her push and pull against me, the friction she created was doing nothing more than boosting her arousal.

And mine.

The dress had left very little to the imagination and as soon as I’d seen her walk into the ballroom, my mind had slithered down a very dirty rabbit hole. The music from the first dance continued to ravage my mind, the intense chords pounding as if reminding me why I’d captured her in the first place.

My salvation.

Was there really such a thing? If I asked my older brother he would say yes, at least for a while, both appeasing and pleasing the demon the three of us had inside. Yet I knew it wouldn’t last. That wasn’t possible after everything we’d been through as a fucked-up family. The ugly memories always came at a time when I couldn’t tolerate them. Tonight included. I gritted my teeth, needing to feel all of her. The taste of her. Hell, I wanted to deflower her as I’d promised myself I wouldn’t.

I wasn’t in the mood to hold back my patience any longer. If there was one truth to the moment, it was that she needed to be taught a hard lesson. Not just about obedience but also about life in general. She shouldn’t lure the big bad wolf from his den. It never ended well.

As I brought my hand down in rapid succession, it took Bella a full minute to embrace what was happening to her. Once she did, she bellowed at the top of her voice, and I had to admit her screeching had already become annoying. I balled up the lacy material, fisting her hair with one hand while I drove the gag into her mouth with the other.

All while balancing her on my leg.

“Do not try and pull out the gag or your punishment will be worse.” She seemed shocked by my actions as well as my statement, momentarily stopping all movement. I returned to the spanking, preferring that I was back at my house, her naked body splayed across the steel table, her arms and legs spread wide open and shackled. And I’d use a much more powerful deterrent than just my hand.

But beggars couldn’t be choosers. This would need to do.

For now.

CHAPTER 8

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