Page 11 of Unwillingly His

I held her down by the hair with one hand, then lifted her skirt and pulled down her white satin panties with the other.

Her ass was a perfect, unblemished porcelain white.

It was probably why she was such a brat. She had never been punished.

That changed now.

Her entire body tensed as the belt made a whispered slice through the air before it cracked against her delicate flesh, leaving a bright red streak diagonally across both cheeks.

She squirmed under my grip, but I pressed her down harder, not letting her move as she cried out.

I let the belt fly again, crossing the first mark with another. Then again and again as her screams and yelps morphed into sobs.

“Someone help me!”

“No one can hear your screams,” I leaned down to whisper in her ear while my hand ran over the red-hot skin of her ass.

“I’ll be a good girl, I promise. Please. It hurts.” She sounded so sweet begging, but that didn’t stop my hand from moving down her punished ass to in-between her thighs.

Nothing could have prepared me for what I felt. Her pussy was swollen, aching for me, and practically dripping wet. Had she been this wet when I sucked on her sweet little nipples, or was it my kiss? Or perhaps she got off on being spanked?

Interesting.

My fingers explored between her soaked lips to find her impossibly tight little channel. “I haven’t begun to hurt you. You’re about to learn the painful cost of crossing me.”

I slid two fingers in deep, pressing against her G spot as I watched her squirm and cry for me. My thumb moved down to her clit and worked in quick little circles.

Her tight cunt pulsed around my fingers, showing me how good she would feel impaled on my cock.

“Oh, God. Please, don’t!” she begged again as she rose on her toes.

Her pleas sounded so sweet on her lips.

“Are you beginning to understand, little pet? I own you. And no one would dare try and save you from me.”

CHAPTER 7

LUCIAN

Ithrust my fingers in deeper, meeting a resistance I hadn’t felt in years.

It was hard to believe she was untouched. How a woman in this day and age made it to twenty-six without getting fucked, I would never know.

A rush of possessive pride roared through my veins. It was similar to the rush I got when I crushed an enemy in the boardroom, but so much more satisfying.

Like being the first to own a priceless gold artifact or painting.

There was treasure, and then there was untainted, unspoiled, pure treasure.

I stared down at her skin as if it gleamed like polished gold—the only fingerprints on it, my own.

I yanked her hair back, so I could see her face as I moved my fingers deeper inside her, pressing against that G-spot that I now knew no one had ever touched before. There was a sinking suspicion in my gut that told me she hadn’t even found this pleasure spot herself.

My gut was always right.

Stella’s cheeks were bright red and tearstained. And if it wasn’t for the way her lips were parted in awe and her eyes closed, I would have thought that she was actually in pain.

I knew she wasn’t.

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