Page 62 of Violent Delights

“Watch it, my pet,” he warns one more time. “You’re walking on thin ice.”

I hesitate for a moment, trying to come up with something else I could do to get what I want. But I’ve never been a very creative person.

“Uh oh, thin ice,” I mock, rolling my eyes again. “What, oh, what, could that mean?”

I wince when he jumps up from his chair. A mixture of delicious fear and lust shoots through my body when he circles the table to approach me, grabbing my upper arm and pulling me up on my feet.

He pulls me close, wrapping his arms around my body, one hand traveling under my dress. He applies pressure on the toy inserted in my ass, causing me to gasp. His face is so close to mine that we’re almost kissing.

“So that’s how you want to play tonight?” he asks in a hoarse whisper. “You want a real inauguration?”

My eyes are locked on his, reciprocating the fierceness with which he looks at me.

“I want pain,” I tell him. “Show me how far it can go.”

His eyes flicker with understanding, a dark warning fleeting through them that makes my heart jump.

I yelp out in surprise when he lifts me up as if I weigh nothing, turning around and marching out of the kitchen while carrying me over his shoulder like prey.

“Let’s hope you don’t regret this.”

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