Page 73 of Violent Hearts

Chapter 35

Ann

"Ride me," he breathes into my ear, pulling my head back by grabbing a fist of my hair at the back.

I'm naked, my clothes spread all over the floor surrounding us. He tore them off my body with urgent need, yet again destroying another set of underwear into pieces as he removed the fabric from my body, while I merely managed to get rid of his shirt.

My hands caress along the valleys between his defined muscles, trembling with excitement as I take in his masculine beauty. His chest is bare, not sporting a single hair and radiating sensual heat from his firm exterior.

"Ride me, Button," he repeats, nibbling at my earlobe. "Now."

My hands travel further south, following the v-shaped outline of his pelvis muscles that lead me to his center. My hands are shivering with excitement when I fiddle with his belt buckle, touching the leather that has brought me so much agony and delight at the same time.

He groans when I take him out, closing my hands around his hardened length as I guide him between my legs. His length parts my lips with ease, sending a hot pinch through my core as my walls close around him.

"Good girl."

His praise fuels my lust and I begin grinding on his cock, feeling him swell even more as I take him completely in, all of him, for once being the person in charge, the one who is taking what I need from him.

"Look at me."

I obey, my lust-dazed eyes finding his as he beams at me, looking so utterly happy and satisfied that it warms my heart. I wish I could always see him like that, every single day, every moment. He deserves to feel this way, despite what others tried to make him believe.

His hands are at my back, digging into the flesh of my ass as he supports me. His grip intensifies, and soon he's the one taking charge, leading the motions of my hips just the way he wants them.

I relish the feeling of his hardness ramming inside me, pushing against that sensitive spot right behind my entrance every time he rotates my hips on top of him.

"That's a good girl," he hisses, squeezing my ass especially tight.

I yelp with delight when he slaps my ass, leaving a significant sting on my skin.

"More!" I breathe, and he abides by my wish, landing two more blows on the same side. A tantalizing throbbing remains, adding to my agitation and need for more.

My eyes seek his, and without stopping to ride him, I quietly beg for more, hoping that my eyes alone will transmit the message. Of course, that doesn't do it. He knows that I want more, but he still needs me to say it.

"The belt," I exclaim in an exhale. “I want the belt.”

A dark smile spreads across his handsome face.

"Beg for it."

Oh, God no, why does he make me do this? Why does it have to be this hard? And why am I still so shy about expressing my desires, even to him, the only person who would never belittle me for them?

"Please, Sir," I beg, casting him a seductive look. "Please give me your belt."

His eyes flicker with excitement. I follow his powerful motion when he pushes me off his lap and jumps up from the couch, getting rid of his remaining clothes in a swift move and pulling the belt out of his pants before ushering me out of the living room.

"Your bedroom," he orders.

I hesitate for a moment, casting him a quizzical look for confirmation, and he beckons me to walk in front of him.

The belt hits my skin with unexpected intensity as soon as I turn away from him. I throw him a look over my shoulder, playfully frowning before continuing to move toward the stairs leading up to my bedroom.

I can feel his eyes on my behind as I walk up the stairs, trembling with buzz and awaiting another blow at any time. But it doesn't come. He leaves me in a constant stage of anticipation, without ever following up with another strike on my ass until we get inside my bedroom.

We've never played in here before, and I'm filled with a sudden rush of shame when we enter the room because it's a terrible mess. I've been writing in here, leaving my laptop and my notes lying around willy-nilly all over the place, especially around the small work desk that he bought for me.

I cast him an apologetic look, and he shakes his head at me, smiling.

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