Page 26 of Lord of Vice

He was methodical in his actions, using every square inch of his huge palm as he spanked one side of my bottom then the other. I’d lost count after the first four, but when he stopped, I was ready to launch myself free of him.

“Not so fast, pretty Penny.” I could no longer recognize his voice, the husky tone deeper than before. “Ideal’naya penni.”

The change to Russian surprised me but not nearly as much as the way he rubbed the tips of his fingers under my shirt, gently caressing my spine. If it was possible to combust from a single touch, I was close to proving it. There was no doubt my pulse had increased significantly. I hated the way my body was reacting, the continual jolts of electricity undoubtedly something he was feeling as well.

While the desire for him couldn’t be denied, my crazy longings werenotgoing to lead to a night of passion, which is what I truly suspected he believed would happen. Was he the kind of brutal man who’d force me against my will? And if he did, what then?

As he rolled his fingers down far too slowly, I found myself holding my breath. I also realized in another act of betrayal, my body was responding to the touch, my legs doing everything in their power to open, allowing him access. To my pussy? Incensed and furious with myself, I did what I could to snap my legs shut but in trying, I caught his attention.

He rectified the situation, forcefully pushing my legs further apart, even lifting the one holding me down so he could easily do so. It was another moment I held my breath as his fingers whispered across my swollen, slickened folds in a feathered touch. I wasn’t positive he’d actually touched me until my pussy convulsed, clenching and releasing several times.

“What did you say?” I managed, trying to break the hypnotic effect the moment seemed to have on both of us.

“I called you my perfect penny. Shiny and hot to the touch.”

His voice was more unrecognizable than mine. “I’m not a perfect anything.” At least I was telling him the truth.

“Yes, you are. You truly don’t understand my world or the women I deal with.”

Deal with? He made it sound like fucking whatever sexy woman flung herself at him was a chore. I was certain all the women he was used to dealing with were glamorous while I was like the ugly duckling that everyone would hope might turn into a swan. The analogy was another leftover scar, Jake’s surly words often more painful than any time he’d put his hands on me in anger.

Kraven seemed to catch himself before he pleasured me any further, pulling his hand back and resuming the spanking. This time, he was relentless, each hard swat bringing a moan made of pain and lust from my mouth.

I wasn’t fighting any longer, far too stunned at how the hunger for him prickled my skin to find enough energy to care. Finally, I sensed it was truly over, the man rubbing my back as he whispered something else in Russian.

Why did I have a feeling he was calling me a good girl?

“Five more,” he said and I was pitched into some surreal moment. His cock was rock hard and I was uncertain I could manage to keep sinful fantasies from my mind. With each final swat, I felt my resolve breaking, images of him defiling me slipping through my armor.

When he slowly eased me from his lap, keeping his hands wrapped around my arms, I was shocked by the way his chest continued to heave and that he had difficulty looking me in the eyes. He kept his tight possessive hold. I was lightheaded, the ache in my bottom and the heat forcing yet another flush across my face and neck.

“Don’t you have a girlfriend or five?” I asked, which was entirely too inappropriate given the fact I was standing like some statue in front of him, my shorts and panties wrapped around my knees like a noose. I’d never been this vulnerable even while spending the length of time with my abusive ex.

“Women are a pleasant diversion in my life, Penny. Nothing more. I can’t afford the weakness. Although I do enjoy receiving pleasure from time to time.”

Now I was repulsed.

I almost asked what about sex in another moment of my inappropriate behavior. Thank God for little favors. “Now what? Am I supposed to say I’m sorry? Am I still supposed to beg for forgiveness?”

“You’re not required to say anything, pretty Penny. I’m giving the orders. Remember?” He took a deep breath, holding it for a few seconds. I could swear the color of his eyes changed, becoming darker just like his thoughts had become.

When he pushed me to the floor between his legs, I reacted immediately, shoving my palms against his chest. “What are you doing?”

“One taste is never enough for a man like me. But now, it’s your turn to please me.”

CHAPTER 10

Penny

I glared down the moment he pulled out his thick shaft, fisting the base. I was in another state of shock, although after what he’d done in the elevator, I wasn’t certain why. I couldn’t seem to take my eyes off him, the man mesmerizing me. Maybe he was good at hypnotizing people too.

“What? What do you want me to do?” Was I seriously asking him that question? I wasn’t stupid and he knew it.

He chuckled in that deep, sexy baritone of his. “I would think that’s obvious, Penny. I want you to continue being a good girl and open your mouth.”

I’d been right that he wanted my full surrender. The bastard had me at a disadvantage with my shorts and panties wrapped around my legs like shackles. My anger was raw, the hatred for him intense. I would escape the bastard the first chance I got. As God was my witness.

Sadly, I couldn’t seem to take my eyes off his gorgeous, throbbing cock, flitting my eyes down far too many times as he continued stroking the base. It was a terrible giveaway that I was attracted to him.

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