Page 62 of Grotesque Love

“And if you don’t, you’ll be punished further,” he continues.

“Would you be the one to punish me then?” I ask, a coil of excitement unfurling low in my belly at the thought of what that might entail.

He smirks, a smug grin spreading across his face. “Obviously.”

“Well…” I smirk back at him. “I think that’s a terrible idea. If you tie me up, how will I eat?”

Mal chuckles darkly, the sound echoing in the library. “We’ll come feed you…something.” He grabs his crotch and winks at me.

“I’ll pass, thanks.” I sneer, even as my mouth waters at the thought of tasting him on my tongue.

“Maybe a spanking will remind you instead,” he suggests with a tilt of his head.

My thighs clench at the thought.

“Oh, you like that.” His eyes lock onto mine, challenging me to deny the desire that is rapidly pooling between my legs. Mal’s fingers brush against the edge of my dress, teasingly, as he whispers, “You’re ours now, little dove. And we’ll make sure you’re well taken care of.”

When did he close the distance between us?

His words send a delicious thrill through me and my body tenses, as if it is eagerly anticipating the pain and pleasure that Mal is offering.

He leans closer, his mouth hovering dangerously close to mine, and I know there is no way I can resist him. I want to succumb to the darkness that we share, letting him take control of my body and soul.

“Do it,” I breathe, my voice a husky whisper.

Mal grins, a feral grin that sends heat licking through my veins like wildfire. He lifts me into his arms, positioning us to take a seat in the armchair I’d been occupying all afternoon. He keeps a tight hold of me as he situates me across his lap. Now that there’s a very real possibility he’s going to spank me, I’m having doubts.

“Didn’t you say Jas was making dinner? Shouldn’t we go?” I ask nervously, glancing at the door.

Mal chuckles deeply, the sounds rich and deep, as his fingers graze the curve of my hip. “Jas will wait, little one. We have time. Besides, I think it'll be more fun for you to stay right here."

Something in his eyes – a mixture of desire and mischievousness – draws me in, and I find myself nodding in agreement.

“Alright,” I whisper, more submissively than I intended.

He lifts my dress, his fingers grazing the sensitive skin of my thighs. A shiver races up my spine, and I can’t help but let out a small gasp.

“You do realise that this is a punishment, right?” he asks, his voice low and husky. “If I decide to turn it into something else, there won’t be any turning back.”

I meet his gaze, my heart racing, and I nod slowly. “I understand.”

His fingers trail along my inner thigh, sending a wave of desire coursing through me. “You do?” he asks, feigning disbelief. “Are you sure about that, Ari?”

I swallow hard, my breath coming in short gasps. “Yes...yes, I’m sure.”

With one smooth motion, Mal lifts my dress, exposing my stomach and breasts as he discards the thin material to the floor. He drinks me in, his greedy gaze skimming over every inch of my exposed flesh, and I can't help but marvel at his strength and control. He chuckles softly, brushing his fingers across my bare skin.

“You’re beautiful, Ari,” he murmurs, his voice a low growl that sends a thrill racing through me. “You remind me of a wild cat – fierce and untamed.”

I blush, heat rising to my cheeks as his words wash over me. In that moment, I’m powerful, though I’d never normally agree with his description of me.

“But don’t think this means I’m going to go easy on you.” His eyes glint with mischief. “I’m going to spank you until you feel it in every part of your body.”

I swallow, my heart pounding in my chest.

Mal’s hand comes down hard on my right arse cheek, the impact sending waves of pain and pleasure coursing through my body.

My breath catches in my throat. It’s not exactly what I expected, but I find myself yearning for more.

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