Page 39 of House of Lies

Crack!

I fall forward, but Ethan grabs my leggings where they’re gathered mid-thigh and wrenches back my hips, forcing my ass to plump out.

Crack!

“Ow!” I yelp, pulling against the grip he has on my leggings, but he just twists the fabric tighter, holding me in place.

“Hurts, doesn’t it, toy?”

Toy? Toy?

Crack!

“Fuck!” White-hot agony sears through me. Tears spring into my eyes as I claw against the sheets. I squeeze my eyes shut as he lands another blow, but they just pop open a minute later.

The pain is ferocious. It makes my ass cheeks coruscate with fire.

And then there’s the ache. It starts in my tortured ass and digs deeper and deeper, settling inside my core.

“Please!” The word shoots out of me in a rush. “Please stop! You’ve made your point! I’m sorry! I shouldn’t have?—”

Another blow cuts me off.

“Mr. Remington, please!” I might have been able to block out the pain for a moment or two, but now it’s back… and it’s worse than before.

I try to keep an ounce of dignity, but it’s impossible. I’m wriggling my hips, desperate to break out of his grip. My ass feels like someone poured lava over it.

“Please, stop!” In my furious attempts to break free, I push back into him. The moment his cock touches my tender ass, I hurriedly buck forward again.

I don’t know if it’s my incessant begging, or that brief contact, but that’s when Ethan releases me. I drag myself onto all fours, scrambling away before flipping onto my back so I’m ready to defend myself.

He stares at me, his erection so blatant through his towel that I’m convinced he’s about to follow me onto the bed and shove his cock into me before I can get my breath back.

I won’t stop him.

I might even welcome it, if it’ll bring some relief from the pain strobing through my backside.

And fuck it, if that doesn’t enrage me.

“That all you got?” I grate out hoarsely, swiping a hand over my eyes to dry my tears. “I thought you’d have a gym installed in this big fucking mansion of yours.” I sniff loudly. “Or are you too busy to work out, Sir?”

His eyes rove over my face, but I can’t tell a thing from his stony expression. No one would think this man had just been belting me with a foot-long erection springing from his lap.

“Get dressed.”

Chapter 15

Ethan

Cassidy glares at me, a sullen light in her green eyes, but she doesn’t argue. Slowly, wincing, she pulls up her leggings.

Every atom in my body is telling me to get rid of this girl.

What just happened is proof of how dangerous this situation is. I lost all control. Thankfully, she survived.

Ha. Survived? She fucking taunted me.

It’s all for show. She’s hurting. I can see it in the way she moves—slowly, stiffly, like she’s trying to put as little friction on her ass as possible. She inches over to the edge of the bed and climbs off, swiping at her eyes, smudging her mascara.

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