Page 78 of Wicked Revenge

By the time the fifth strike lands on my skin, the levy holding my emotions at bay bursts wide open, and the broken sob that leaves my lips is barely audible.

“Fi-five.”

The belt thuds against the floor seconds before my wrists are released from their restraints and I collapse face down into the pillows and cry. I feel Royal's fingers untying the blindfold from my eyes, then the bed drips under his weight. He rolls me to my back making me hiss out at the sting of the sheets on my abused ass.

“You did so good, Angel,” he says, picking up each wrist and softly kissing where the rope dug into my skin, then placing them down on the bed. His gentle tone makes me cry harder as he wedges his knees between my thighs, making room for his massive body.

He is still fully clothed. The rough material of his pants rubs against my bare skin, sending electrical currents through my already hypersensitive body. He grabs onto my raised knees, pressing them into the bed before trailing his hands along my inner thighs, undoubtedly feeling the evidence of just how much my body enjoyed his punishment.

“Goddamn. You’re fucking soaked,” he growls.

I know my tear-stained face is flaming red enough to rival my hair right now. I’m not ashamed like I was the first time Alek made me squirt. I didn’t even know my body could do… that.

I’m embarrassed that it happened without him even touching my pussy. That it happened as a response to the pain of him spanking my ass with his belt. Now he knows just how fucked up I am. I get turned on by pain.

Groaning, I bring my hands up and cover my burning face. My body shakes with sobs from emotions still releasing from me, as I try to hide my response from him.

“Don’t hide from me,” he growls, grabbing both of my hands and pinning them on each side of my head. “Let it out. You can cry, scream, kick… whatever you need to do. Give it all to me.”

His words only serve to make me cry harder as I lay there beneath him, my soul purging all of the things I’ve locked down tight. Things I never wanted anyone to see because that would mean I would have to see them again.

“I’m sorry,” I say once my tears have all but stopped, opening my eyes to find him staring down at me with darkness swirling in his icy eyes.

“You have nothing to be sorry for, Angel,” he says hoarsely, as he leans down and presses a kiss to my forehead.

His fingers intertwine with mine, the action making his hips grind into me. I can feel his thick cock through his pants, rubbing my clit against the rough fabric, making us both moan. His body is shaking, his control is dangerously close to snapping.

It seems he needs to release his pent-up emotions as well.

Somehow, I don’t think a spanking is what he needs, though. He needs to release that energy, and I need him to fuck me like I need my next breath.

He just needs a little push.

Chapter 41

My dark Angel writhes beneath me, driving me absolutely mad.

My entire body is coiled tight, shaking as I try to hold on to the last remnants of my restraint. I don’t know what I was expecting from her punishment, but it definitely wasn’t this.

The dam broke on her carefully concealed emotions, and she let it all out. You could feel the purge happening within her as she cried out her release. I didn’t even have to touch her sweet pussy, and she squirted just from my spanking. That has to be the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.

Her tears have stopped now, and all that remains are the flames of desire burning in her piercing emerald eyes. I’ve been edging her since she woke up this morning, but it’s been a long day.

The release she had during her punishment wasn’t nearly enough to douse the fire blazing inside her right now. I can tell by the way she squirms against me, rubbing herself as best she can to find the relief she needs. Her eyes beg me to give her what she needs.

I need her mouth begging, too.

“Royal,” she moans softly when I grind against her again.

“Tell me what you need, Angel,” I grit out as best I can through the overwhelming urge to fuck her through the mattress. It’s been too long since I’ve been inside a woman, but even then, I don’t ever remember feeling like this.

This is stronger than lust. The way my body is shaking, practically vibrating with how much I need to be inside her. To feel her silky heat wrap around me as I sink into her for the first time.

“I need…” she starts, a look of uncertainty crossing her face before she closes her eyes and inhales a deep breath. When her eyes flutter back open, sexy confidence shines back at me. “I need you to listen to your own advice.”

“Excuse me?” I sputter out, stunned and confused as I stare back at her.

“You told me to let all my bottled-up emotions out, but you need to do the same. You’re wound up so tight your body is literally trembling. You’re holding back. Why?”

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