Page 41 of Bossed By the Orc

Chapter Twenty-Four

Penelope

I stared up at the big male hovering over me, the flesh of his thumb still between my teeth and my heart pounding in my chest. This wasn’t the way I thought the day would go. I’d been doing such a good job of avoiding him and this thing brewing between us that I’d deluded myself into thinking I could get through this.

In the back of my mind, I knew I was going to have to apologize to Garrett. I hadn’t realized Dristan would react the way he had and I wanted to make sure no one paid for my mistake.

His eyes were almost fully black now. Only a thin halo of amber surrounded the pupil. And for some reason I couldn’t begin to fathom, he looked bigger. I struggled to skim my mind for orc-facts. We’d studied them in biology in high-school along with the other species, and from what I remembered, they appeared to grow in size during moments of aggression.

Is horny a form of aggression?

Even as the ridiculous thought slipped into my brain, Dristan leaned down to replace his thumb with his lips. I moaned into the kiss, my hormones replacing my common sense. I was on my back and tugging him down over me before I realized what I was doing.

My fingers combed through the thick silk of his hair and then down his strong back. I had my legs around him, his cock pressed to my dripping pussy in no time flat.

“My female’s eager,” he purred and I mumbled my complete and utter disagreement, even as I shoved my hand into his pants. “Ah ah,” he growled, removing my hand where I’d curled it greedily around the ridiculous girth of the base of his cock. “You’re going to behave for me.”

He tipped my chin back, forcing me to open my eyes and meet his gaze.

“Tell me who you belong to, Penelope.” The rasp of his voice against my senses caused a shiver down my spine.

I shook my head, trying to turn my face. He ran a tusk along my jaw, swiping his tongue over my skin and my lips parted on a trembling exhale. “Dristan,” I whispered, his name a plea on my lips.

“Yes,” he chuckled, the word dark with lust. “You’re mine. All mine.”

“No, wait,” I gasped, horror filling me as I realized what I’d admitted. “I didn’t mean I’m yours. What I meant was that… You… I…” I trailed off as he quirked that sexy, arrogant eyebrow at me.

The one that told me he would know exactly what to do with a female. There wouldn’t be any learning curve with him. He’d take me to the brink of my sanity and drag me over it while I held on by my fingernails. I’d felt it from the first moment I’d met him.

This male’s going to make me lose my mind for him.

“You’re mine,” he murmured, eyes trailing down my body as he started on the buttons of my blouse. “And you’ve finally admitted it. Now tell me what you did wrong, sweetheart.”

“Nothing,” I moaned as his big, calloused fingers dragged down between my breasts.

“Hmm,” he leaned down to nip at my throat and I quivered under him. “Wrong answer.”

I was on my stomach before I knew what was happening. I yelped as he yanked my skirt up and my panties down until my ass was bared to him. The sharp smack of a hit had an embarrassing squawk leaving me. I turned to send a death glare over my shoulder, but I was only met with smug amusement in his gaze.

“What the hell—” I started, but was cut off by another slap. I jolted, everything inside me melting as his huge palm spread over my abused ass cheek, rubbing the searing heat of where he’d hit me.

“You can tell me what you did wrong,” he told me conversationally, running his tusk over my skin. “Or we can keep going until you do.”

I struggled under him, but he had my hands pinned at the small of my back before I could claw at him the way I wanted to.

“If you want me to stop,” he whispered, swiping his long tongue along the sensitive skin of my thigh, “tell me to. Say the word, sweetheart, and this can be over. Or we can continue. It’s up to you.”

My inner hellcat kept my mouth tightly sealed. There was no way I was ending this. I’d never been so turned on in my life. And after the other night, I knew this male was more than capable of delivering mind-melting orgasms.

“Don’t stop,” I gasped, burying my face against the cushion, trying to muffle my words.

He heard me, a low growl sounding behind me and I rocked my hips back, offering myself to him.

“Then I’m going to ask you again,” he lapped at my skin, moving higher up my thigh as he did. “What did you do wrong today?”

“Nothing,” I lifted my head to say, the defiance clear in my voice.

I sensed the curve of his lips even as his hand came down again. There was a loud crack of sound, but the sting wasn’t as bad as the previous ones. Annoyance swept through me at the knowledge that he was holding back in deference to my weakness.

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