Page 39 of Their Will be Done

There’s no belt in my mouth when he slaps me. My teeth clamp down on instinct, and I bite the inside of my bottom lip. A trickle of blood seeps into my mouth.

I let out a Hollywood-style scream that’s part rage, part agony.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” he mutters, shoving away from me.

I hurriedly spin around, ready to fend him off if he tries to pin me again.

“Get the fuck out of here,” he growls as he bends to pick up his belt from the floor. He loops it through his jeans and buckles it up before pointing at the exit, one eyebrow quirking up in a silent command.

My mouth works for a second before I find words. “No, but—”

“You obviously don’t have the stomach for this shit,” he says, stepping so close that his erection brushes my belly. “Get. The. Fuck. Out.”

I keep my ground, but barely. Every molecule in my body wants me to flee, but my mind keeps spiraling in on those two words. I won’t be able to sleep until I know more.

His parents.

Hisparents?

I swallow hard and force up my chin. “We had a deal.”

He huffs mirthlessly through his nose. “There’s a fine line between bravery and stupidity.”

“I’m not being brave or stupid,” I snap back. Without taking my eyes off of him, and while trying to ignore the fact that my hands are shaking, I grab the front of his belt and start unbuckling it.

He drops his eyes, watching my fingers work. Then he studies me through dark, thick lashes. “The fuck are you doing?”

“We had a deal.”

“Not with a belt. You’re nowhere near ready for that kind of punishment.”

For some unfathomable reason, my insides pulse at the way he says that word.

Punishment.

I wasn’t sure before, but I am now. This thing he’s doing to me? This is turning me on. I don’t get it—I don’t even think it’spossible—but nothing else can explain the way I’m tingling down there. When I move, I can feel how wet I’m becoming.

“It’s so I won’t scream,” I say quietly after another hard swallow. “Unless you want to use my underwear again?”

His eyebrows draw together. “Tempting, but no.”

Before I can move away, he grabs my bottom lip and tugs it down. “Something to bite down on works better.”

I nod as if I already knew this and pull his belt free from its loops. I fold it like he did, and hold it an inch from my lips. “Ready when you are.”

He lifts his head as he closes the distance between us, his dick now pressing hard into my soft flesh. I try to ignore it, but it just stokes the fire already building in my core.

His hands slide around my back and down to my ass. I wince when he starts massaging my skin. Then my eyes fall closed.

The soothing pressure eases the sting and sends delicious ripples through my body.

When his breath warms my face, I look up at him. He’s watching me.

Hungry.

Angry.

But sad.

---