Page 122 of Sweet Animosity

“Throw it, baby girl. I fucking dare you.”

She threw it.

Ducking as the shards of crystal shattered against the wall near my head, I lunged for her.

There was no escape for her.

With my arm wrapped around her waist, I lifted her off the floor.

Despite the weight of her wedding skirt, she kicked out. “Let go of me!”

I swung around and bent her over the marble counter between the two sinks. Twisting my hand into her hair to keep her in place, I lifted my arm with the belt as she glared at my reflection in the mirror. “Time for a little domestic discipline.”

I flipped her skirts up to pool at her lower back.

Damn, she had a fine ass. This was the first time I was getting such an amazing view of the curve of her hips, her booty, and her long legs, which were enhanced by the spiked high heels she still wore.

The view was enough to send a man to his knees. I knew I’d done nothing good in my life to deserve such a curvy, hot piece like her. Probably why I had to force her to marry me, I thought sardonically.

It didn’t matter.

She was mine now.

And it was past time she recognized it.

Tearing off the white silk panties to expose her creamy skin, I ran the cool patent leather side of my belt against her skin.

Her torso bucked as she tried to dislodge my grasp. “Get off me!”

“Not until we come to an understanding.”

I lifted my arm and swatted the strap of my belt across her ass cheeks.

She cried out.

I swatted her again and again. Dark pink lines appeared in the faint blush on her skin.

“Ow. It hurts!”

“You know what else would have hurt? Getting beaned in the head with a fucking crystal bowl.”

“No fair! You ducked in time!”

Tossing the belt aside because I didn’t want to risk deeper marks on her beautiful skin, I caressed her ass with my open palm in several soothing circles before raising my arm and bringing it back down. The satisfaction of feeling her skin against my palm almost made me come right then and there.

Not until I’d spanked her enough to raise a rosy glow did I stop.

The moment I did, she tried to rise.

I placed a restraining hand on her back. “Stay right there. Unless you want more of my belt.”

She swiped at her wet cheeks as she stared at me through the mirror. “I ha?—”

“I know. You hate me,” I interrupted as I lowered the zipper to my pants and pulled out my cock.

As I fisted my shaft, I smiled. “But there is at least one thing we can agree on. How much you like my cock.”

Her eyes widened. She opened her mouth.

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