Page 28 of Pure Vengeance

And I walk my little assassin down the hall.

I’m almost grateful.

In a moment, I’m going to get to see her bare ass again.

I doubt she’s going to be so happy, though.

CHAPTER TEN

Claire

Anton slams the door shut once we’re back inside his office.

“Let go!” I try to twist out of his grasp, but he’s too strong, too stubborn to let me go.

He walks me over to the leather couch with rolled arms and shoves me over the side.

“Please.” My insides shake, knowing what’s coming. His free hand wiggles beneath me, to the button on my capris.

“Please what?” He doesn’t wait for an answer, he just unzips my pants and yanks them down, past my ass, down to my ankles.

“I don’t want this; I don’t want this,” I repeat, clenching my eyes closed as he rips the panties down to my knees.

“You don’t want what, Claire? A spanking?” He palms my bare ass, and heat rushes through my veins.

It’s insanity, the amount of arousal he produces in me with one touch, no matter how much I hate him. How much I want him gone.

“Yes. I don’t want that.” I shove hard against the cushion of the couch, trying to get up, but he’s not letting me get anywhere.

“What did you think would happen when you tried to run off?” His voice is calm, collected, nearly bored. Like he has nowhere else to be and he’s fine just handling this right now.

“I just… I can’t do this. I don’t want to do this.” Tears drop onto the leather beneath me. “I just want to find out who did it, who took him from me. And all you want to do is hurt me.”

“All I want to do is make you understand you’re not alone in this anymore.” He brings his hand down hard across my ass and I jolt. “All I want to do is for you to get it through that stubborn.” Another smack. “Beautiful.” A harder swat. “Head of yours that you’re not going anywhere unless I say.”

A fast, furious volley of swats lands across my ass, each cheek being denied not a moment of peace as he makes his way around.

I wiggle. The pain builds and there’s nothing I can do to get away from it. It’s like he can anticipate my moves.

Only when I sag over the arm of the couch, giving into him, does he relent.

Sliding his hand between my thighs, he gently caresses my leg, moving inch by inch until he’s at the apex of my heat.

“That wasn’t so bad, was it?” He untangles his hand from my hair, and smoothes out the mess he’s made of it. “Your pussy is soaked, Claire.” He teases with the tip of his finger, pushing into me just enough for my body to react.

I move up to my toes, arching my back, it’s like my body is calling to him.

And he answers.

His belt jangles, a zipper shoves downward.

My panties are dragged down to my ankles and then kicked away with my pants as he steps behind me.

“Do you want this?” he asks, rubbing the head of his cock against my wet passage.

I do.

Lord help me, I want every bit of him.

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