Page 83 of Cruel Honor

But I can’t. The car’s interior is closing in on me. I’m suffocating.

Dimitri stops the car in front of his house and quickly gets me out, carrying me inside. Katya follows, her high heels clacking. It only reminds me of Tatiana’s heels and how she tripped.

Because I pushed her.

“I got this,” Dimitri says to Katya.

“But—”

“Katya, I got this. Evie is my wife. My responsibility.”

She hesitates then nods. “Ok. Be kind to her.”

Dimitri brings me into his room and sets me down on the bed. “Evie, I know you’re going to hate this. and I’m sorry, but I need to make you feel better.” He flips me onto my stomach.

And spanks me ass so hard, the shock of it snaps me right out of my panic attack.

Before I can even process what’s happening, Dimitri spanks me again.

And again.

And again.

Each time gets progressively harder.

“Dimitri,” I cry out, clutching the blankets. “Stop! It hurts.”

He eases up and steps back, but I don’t move from my position, I’m suddenly keenly aware that I’m on my stomach with my ass pointing toward him. My dress has ridden up around my thighs.

We both fall silent.

My breath has finally slowed down, and I can think. The pain in my chest recedes. I’m alive. I’m no longer panicking because of Dimitri.

No one has ever been able to clear my head like he has.

No one has ever been able to make my mind feel chaotic like he has either.

The air in the room grows thick with something I don’t understand. It’s tension.

Sexual tension, I realize.

I start to sit up when Dimitri says, “Don’t.” I immediately lie back down. My bare legs are on display. When my knees press together, I become so aware of my skin. I’ve never been so aware of my skin before.

“Dimitri,” I whisper.

“Evie.” His voice is gruff and filled with … desire? “I don’t want you to move.”

“Why not?”

He doesn’t give me a verbal response. For a man as talkative as Dimitri, it’s surreal to not hear his voice. Instead, I can hear him approach me. I can feel the heat radiating off him.

His hands hover over my hips. It’s at this very moment I realize Iwant him to touch me. I want to know what Dimitri’s hands on my body would feel like.

And then he does it.

I gasp when his hands hold onto my hips. They’re so big and strong. So … masculine.

I press my knees tighter together. A sensation is pooling between my legs. A wetness.

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