Page 89 of Wolf's Mark

I was too stunned to move at first, blinking back tears of frustration, which couldn’t have been more surprising. Maybe I was in some kind of medical state of shock because he managed to jerk them down, my thong with them before I could even put a coherent thought together.

Much less fight his actions.

Maybe I was so stressed and in disbelief that feeling something else seemed plausible. Even good. No. That was really nuts. I watched in horror as he folded the belt in half. Who spanked a woman any longer? Some nutcase.

He planted his foot on the railing surrounding the bottom of the elevator and eased me over his leg.

“Jax. This is crazy.”

“You need to learn to trust me.” He brought the belt down and I was unable to feel anything.

I found myself slapping at the elevator wall with one hand as I grabbed his leg with the other. My body swayed as he snapped his wrist again. The slice against my buttocks finally jarred me into coming to my senses.

“No. You’re not going to do this.” I fought him with everything I had, but he was definitely stronger than most men. At least now I knew why. He easily kept me pinned against him.

I dug my fingernails into his trousers. There was no way I could hurt him, but it felt good to get out some of my anger and irritation.

The third and fourth strikes awakened my pain sensors. Yelping, I tried my best to jerk up as well as slapping his leg this go-around. I wasn’t going anywhere. The whooshing sound was almost fascinating to the scientist in me. The woman inside? Not a chance.

With every brutal crack, and they came methodically one after the other, I was whimpering like a kid. The pain shifted to a different level and I was pushed into a strange feeling of standing outside myself.

He stopped long enough to caress my aching bottom and that was the moment I felt heat building. Not just across my bruised skin but also between my legs. I was wet over this? I was excited because he was punishing me? It felt surreal and certainly not like my personality. Nothing lately reminded me of the woman I’d once been.

I heard him take a deep breath and his fingers lingered on my buttocks for a few seconds longer than I’d expected. The moment I wiggled against him, I realized why. He was hard as a rock.

While I should be furious with him for treating me like a child, I felt the same desire as he did. We were connected. Whether by fate, chemistry, or some crazy mate syndrome, my breathing was as labored as his had become.

He brought the belt down a few more times, completely covering my sit spot with the thick strap. I was in a haze of lust and need, wanting to chastise myself for feeling anything but fury, but I couldn’t.

The man was irresistible.

Damn him.

Three more were brought down and I was certain I would go blind from the agony.

“Four more and we’re done.”

I wasn’t going to whimper, but my bottom was on fire.

Jax wasted no time, bringing the strap down in brutal strikes, one right after the other.

A few seconds later he stopped, issuing a sharp growl that meant something entirely different now. As he helped me stand, I was instantly lightheaded. The belt was tossed to the floor and for myriad crazy reasons, I watched the action.

I was tingling all over, my legs like jelly. The ache in my bottom would remain there for a long time, but I wasn’t certain I minded.

I didn’t have a chance to fix myself up before he spun me around, driving me against the back wall. Nothing about the moment was normal yet everything about being together was exciting.

He cupped both sides of my face, shaking his head. “You’re a hell of a fighter and one feisty woman, but you will learn.”

“And what exactly am I supposed to learn?”

“That you can trust me.” He didn’t belabor the point, kissing me instead.

I’d never had an experienced or decent kisser in my life. I’d been told more than once most men could never be good at it. But this man was extraordinary with how he used his lips and tongue, performing as gently or roughly as his instincts told him I needed.

On this crazy afternoon of implausible truths, his lips started out soft and tender, allowing me to slide my tongue inside his mouth first. His fingers were caressing me at the same time, holding me in a gentle embrace while providing both comfort and reassurance that he was no beast.

Yes, he was, his cock a thing of incredible beauty. But he was controlled in every aspect of passion.

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