Page 60 of Wild Angel

“I fucking warned you,” he grates out as he lands a slap on my other cheek.

“Stop!”

“But do you ever fucking listen?”

Something’s happening. I don’t know if it’s the vodka I drank, or the coke I snorted, or some weird cocktail of the two. It’s been a while since I’ve indulged like this.

It could just be my ass reacting to something that hasn’t happened to it since I was five years old and broke my mother’s favorite vase because I was running in the house like she told me not to.

At first, it hurts. But by the fifth, sixth slap, the feeling starts changing. It’s no longer unpleasant. It’s…satisfying.

Each stinging slap ends with a heavy thump, and that sensation is working its way into my bones.

Or should I say, my clit.

“Fuck, stop,” I manage, wriggling like a hooked fish.

But Savage doesn’t respond, and no wonder. When I toss my hair out of my face and twist my neck to look at him, it’s like he’s on a different planet.

That’s when I feel his cock digging into my lower belly.

Oh fuck.

“Savage, stop! We can’t—this isn’t—fuck!”

I’m about to start screaming at the top of my lungs if only to break him out of whatever fucked-up tunnel vision he’s got, but then he grabs my ass again.

Hard.

A gasp rattles through me, my body going rigid. A confusing mix of pleasure and pain rolls through me as I struggle to get my flesh out of his strong, rough hands.

“Fuck,” he grates out, the word muffled between his clenching teeth. “I never thought your ass could look this fucking good covered in my handprints.”

I don’t know what to say to that. So I just keep wriggling, hoping he’ll snap back to reality.

He smooths his palm over my heated flesh, sending a flurry of intense tingles through my skin. My core clenches, squeezing wetness from my pussy.

I burrow my head into the seat, mortified that even something as depraved as a goddamn spanking can turn me on these days.

I’m so fucking broken.

“Savage, p-please.” An unexpected sob chokes up my words.

“Shh,” he murmurs, releasing my wrists. “It’s over now.”

Gentle fingers tug my dress down my sensitive skin. Then he grabs my shoulders and drags me onto his lap.

His cock digs into me. I wouldn’t be surprised if I’m leaving a wet spot on his fucking jeans because there’s no underwear to catch the arousal flooding out of me.

My body is numb, shocked to the core. I drape against his chest, lifeless and giddy, and he wraps his arms around me and hugs me so fucking tight I can’t breathe.

“I will punish you if you disobey me, if you fucking disrespect me…and if youeverput yourself in danger again,” he whispers into my ear.

I nod, swallowing down another sob. With him holding me, the fear I felt at my body’s strange reaction is ebbing away.

He wreathes his fingers through my hair and turns my head to him.

Dark eyes stare up at me, pupils wide. “Can you feel how hard I am? How badly I want to fuck you right now?”

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