Page 46 of Illicit Temptation

“You’re crazy!”

“But I have fucking integrity.”

“Says the bodyguard who’s got me tied up, and holding me over a balcony!” she cries out bitterly, hating how much control I have over her.

“Says the husband who has every right to your body.” I pull her back inside, kick the door closed, and lay her out on her bed of perfumed, messed-up sheets. “I suspect now I have your undivided attention.”

“You’re a bastard!”

With her face down I yank the robe up around her waist. Her bare ass is all I can take. Just her back and her bare ass for now. “Don’t worry, the torture and anticipation are payback for what you put me through.”

“I hate you!”

“No, you don’t.” I yank off my jogging pants and lift the T-shirt over my head. Straddling her, my bare legs against her warm skin drives me wild. I kiss the back of her neck and my hands skated around her stomach until a fingerslips into her folds. “I’m the bastard making you wet right now.”

I’ve never experienced such profound satisfaction, this effect I have on her. How the Irish princess is such a filthy girl for my brutish treatment of her.

“Don’t you dare fuck me. Ido notconsent.” She struggles and kicks, fighting me with adrenaline-fused strength. Her blows feel like raindrops on my skin during a brisk run.

I want to mention her dripping cunt says otherwise, but I’m not thinking about fucking her. Okay, I’m always thinking about fucking her. “I want your ass for something else right now.”

“Just you wait, I’m gonna use a belt onyounext,” she hisses.

Adorable.

“If I have no use of my hands, I’ll throat fuck you.” I pinch her clit, and this game is making her so wet. “Take your punishment like a good girl. This is a long-time coming. Every blow is to remind you of the pain I’ve been in, thinking of Crest’s cock inside you.”

“That loser was nothing compared to you, but he never spanked me!” A heel hits me in the middle of the back.

Those legs are strong.

I groan but stay focused, tempted to blab about the Crest threat. All of this is for her own good. “Every kick is another smack on your ass.”

“Smack?”

“You need a spanking.” I deliver a quick open-hand whack on her bare ass.

“Ack,” she gripes.

“Strap in. I’ve got several more for you.”

“More? No specific number?” she sasses me.

“That just earned you more.” I spank her again, her skin hot and red, my hand the same.

She keeps fighting me, my debauched angel.

“Christ, you look so good with my handprint on your ass.” I don’t think I’ve ever been harder. I’ve never wanted her more.

I’ve asked for transfers from less defiant clients. Spoiled girls who wanted to push my buttons. Shameless flirts whowantedme to fuck them.

I never did. Not once.

I’ll take this elegant, mouthy woman with those tiny lines on her face and her thick waist every damn day of the week.

I’ve never had such a savage need to fuck someone. No one has ever got me going like this.

Only Shea.

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