Page 24 of Dark Truths

Tempting. It really is. But…“Dimitri, I’m glad you’re here.”

“But?” He reads my mind.

“But I really need to finish studying.”

“How much more do you have?”

“A quiz on anatomy.”

Just as quickly as he pushed me back against the stairs, Dimitri lifts me and captures my lips in another kiss that sends lightning shooting down my body, all the way to my toes before settling as a fire in between my legs.

“I’ll quiz you,” he says matter-of-factly before he lets me go, grabs my drink and bag of marshmallows and walks to the couch.

I reach out to steady my spinning body and mind. That’s how Dimitri makes me feel. Drunk and dizzy and just giddy enough to be borderline crazy.

After a moment, I join him on the couch and toss a handful of marshmallows in before taking a deep sip of my sweet drink. I watch Dimitri open my book to the spot I marked with a highlighter.

“The anatomy of the human body,”Dimitri recites. “Sounds…interesting.”

“Oh yes, very thrilling stuff right there,” I say, copying his condescending tone. “The quiz is on page 708.”

Dimitri flips to the quiz and looks over the list of questions. “I have an idea.” He looks at me, that playful sparkle appearing back in his blue depths. “For every question you get right is a kiss and for every question you get wrong is one spank.”

Little does he know that both options sound like rewards, but I won’t tell him or I risk him choosing something worse for punishment. Like no sex.

"I knew you'd be a distraction."

"A helpful one. Now, ten questions," he starts. “Question one.”

He asks the question, an easy one and I answer right away.

“Correct.” He leans forward, wraps my chin between his fingers before he kisses me thoroughly enough to leave me dazed. “Question two.”

I get another three questions right, earning a mind-blowing kiss each time before I finally get one wrong.

“C.”

“Incorrect.”

“What?” I sit up at attention. “That’s not possible.”

“The answer is A.”

I lean back and go back over the question-and-answer options.Shit.“You’re right.”

“Of course I am.” Dimitri looks at me with mock offense. “Now, what happens when you get one wrong?”

“I get one spanking,” I answer, pulling my bottom lip between my teeth.

Dimitri’s eyes snag on my mouth and his eyes grow darker, like the color of the deep ocean blue. He sets the book aside, spreads his legs, and pats his knee. “Come here, angel.”

I slide forward and crawl over his knees. When he touches me, his hand burns hot through my thin pajama pants. He caresses both cheeks, as if considering which one will earn his hand, his touch burning hot through my thin pajama pants. Even though I prepare myself, the strike still takes me by surprise and I'm forced to stifle my cry by biting my lower lip. He chuckles under his breath, proud of himself, when I sit back on the couch and have to adjust my position to keep my weight off the cheek he struck.

It’s only after I get another wrong a few questions later that I realize how I’ve played exactly into his hands and plan. For every kiss I win, he effectively fogs my mind to the point where I slip up and get an answer wrong, which then earns me a spanking.

By the end of the quiz, I got three wrong and the rest right. At first, I didn’t think he was being affected until he pulls me intohis lap on the last question and presses me down to feel how very affected he’s become.

“Three out of ten, angel,” Dimitri comments, pulling his face away from mine. “That’s a C average. You can do better.”

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