Page 29 of The Duke and the Wrong Bride

She frowned at the reaction, not entirely certain where it came from. “I know that. I said I was sorry.”

“Sorry isn’t good enough.” He stepped into her. Over her. Forced her back against the wall as he pressed himself against her. He leaned forward and whispered in her ear, “Which means…” He breathed on her neck, and her skin broke out into goosebumps. “You need to be punished.”

“P-punished?” Her heart began to race with the implications. “Punished how?”

His smirk grew. His stare became hungry. His hand slowly moved to her waist, slipped inside her coat, squeezed her hip gently, and then, suddenly, he grabbed her with his other hand and spun her about so that her front was pressed against the wall.

“Wh—”

“These clothes” he growled as he stepped into her, trapping her body between his and the wall. “You stole them from me, didn’t you?”

“I did,” she breathed, sensing the answer that he wanted. “Without asking. I took them from you.”

“I thought so.” He wrenched the coat from her shoulders, pushing it down her arms and tossing it to the ground. He kicked her heels apart while his hands grabbed the collar of her shirt and tore it apart. “You’re not to steal my clothes again.”

“And if I do?” she fired back over her shoulder.

He chuckled deeply as his hands fumbled with her trousers, undoing them at the front. One hand then moved to her neck, squeezing it lightly as the other wrenched her pants down. She felt them fall to her ankles, suddenly aware of how naked she was. Howexposed. The Duke pressed his body against her nakedness, that one hand still gently grazing her neck while the other moved to her bare buttcheeks.

“Are you going to steal my clothes again?” he demanded.

She hesitated, her heart beating so fast that it almost hurt. There was a fear inside of her of what he might do, but it was a fear she didn’t recognize. One she welcomed…

A sharp pain erupted across her right buttcheek. She gasped and then sucked in air, thinking it hurt, only to realize it was a different sort of pain. One that had her blood spiking as her heart raced and her legs shook and her loins burned.

“Are you going to steal my clothes again?” he growled.

“N-no,” she said softly.

Another sharp pain, on the left buttcheek this time. She gasped and sucked through her teeth while her husband grabbed hold of her hair and pulled her head back. He leaned forward and bit her neck like an animal. Pressed against her, she could feel him stiffen inside his trousers.

“Good,” he snarled as he bit her neck again. His hand gently rubbed the buttcheek he had spanked, and she very nearly told him that she was lying so he might strike her there again. But she need not worry, as the Duke wasn’t done with her yet. “But that doesn’t change anything.”

“It doesn’t?” she whimpered.

“You still lied to me.” Still gripping her by the hair, he pulled back, making sure to keep her legs spread. She could feel his eyes on her now, taking in her curves and her nakedness, admiring her as she wondered what he was going to do. The anticipation killed her, building and building until she almost screamed. “So, you have to learn.”

Her first instinct was to apologize again, but she bit back this reply as a new inclination took hold. A sudden understanding of the game she was playing and how to properly exploit it.

“And if I don’t want to?” she purred.

Henry started. “W-what?”

“You heard me.”

Collecting himself, she could sense his smile. She could feel the excitement course through his body as he pressed himself against her.

“How dare you question me.”

“What are you going to do about it?”

He chuckled deeply. Then, without a word, his fingers lightly traced down her back and over her butt to her inner thighs, which he stroked. She gasped, and her legs buckled, but he kept her pressed against the wall, his hand moving to her hips and forcing her to push her butt out further.

She knew what he was about to do, she could feel it, but her breathing became short and sharp as she braced herself, unable to suppress her smile because she’d never been so excited.

And Henry, one hand holding her by the hair, his legs keeping hers apart, his body still pressed against hers, slipped his fingers inside of her.

“Oh—” She gasped and collapsed forward, or she would have if he wasn’t keeping her steady.

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