Page 46 of Unbreakable Vow

He doesn’t even respond.

“Are you going to hurt me?” I whisper the question and even I can’t tell if it’s because I want him to or because I’m afraid he will.

Button by button he opens his shirt, yanks it from his pants, and sheds the garment.

Fucking hell to heaven. The man is nothing but muscle and tattoos. He could rip my head clear off my neck if he wanted to.

“No more than you’ll enjoy.”

“You’re not going to punish me then?” Why do I sound so disappointed?

“I didn’t say that.”

I clench my legs closed, trying to ease the pressure building inside. My ache for him only gets worse when he gives me his back as he walks to the closet. It’s only about ten feet away, but that’s long enough for me to see his muscles working beneath the black ink and battle scars that litter his torso.

When he comes back, he’s only in a pair of black boxers. A belt swings from his left hand as he makes his way back to me.

I’m silent as he comes to stand in front of me.

“Turn around,” he directs.

“How can I?” I look up at my wrists.

“You can turn. Do it. I want your ass facing me.” He folds the thick leather belt in half and tucks the buckle into the palm of his right hand.

“You don’t have to use that,” I say quietly, my eyes moving to the leather beast.

“I want to.” He arches a brow. “Why are you still facing me?”

I take my time, as though it will matter at all, as I turn around until I can rest my head against the post. The belt around my wrists tightens a little with my new position, but it’s quickly forgotten when fire lights up across my ass cheeks.

I scream out and rise to my toes.

“I wasn’t ready!”

“I know,” he says, and I think he’s happy about that. The belt comes down again.

I suck in air and release it with another cry as I’m lashed again.

He crosses the lashes over each other without mercy.

I hop from foot to foot, trying to twist away from the hell he’s raining down on me, but he’s too practiced. He never misses, and each lash of the belt lands precisely.

Just as the pain crescendos and the fog of pleasure starts to build, he stops.

I gulp in air, turning my head enough to see him watching me.

He drops the belt he’s holding to the floor and steps up to me, pressing his body against mine. His cock, thick and long, pushes against my ass. While the burn of his belt still lingers, the urgency the pain has given me makes me lean into him.

“Such a naughty girl tonight.” His voice rakes over my ear just before he nips my earlobe.

He runs his hands down my sides, over my hips and in front of me until he finds my slick sex.

“You enjoy my punishments too much, I think.” He bites down on my shoulder, and I hiss, but he’s right. My pussy tightens at the sharpness of his teeth.

“I’m an adult, you shouldn’t punish me,” I try to defend, but one hand has slid between my thighs and his fingertips trail over my clit.

“I will always punish you, Cora. And you will love it. Even when you hate it.” He thrusts a finger into me, and I lean back against him. The heel of his hand presses into my clit as he finger fucks me.

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