Page 65 of Tyrant

I lift my left hand and bring it down against her right ass cheek with a hard slap. Her hips jerk against the bed and she groans. My fingers dig against her ass cheek.

“Are you defying me right now, Sera?” I growl.

“No,” she says. “I would never.”

Her right hand moves between her body and the bed. I lean to my left and watch as her fingertips appear, sliding against her wet labia, curling, exposing her hole. Swollen and throbbing.

“Tell me who you’ve hurt,” I growl.

“Nobody,” she purrs as her fingers slid against her clit.

“Quit fucking lying to me.”

I smack her ass again.

She jumps and groans. “Ty! I never…”

I dig my fingers between her ass cheeks and find something beautifully forbidden and I press my middle finger against her.

“Oh, fuck,” she sighs.

“You like this,” I tell her. “You’re fucking filthy. You like my fingers playing with your ass. Thrusting into your ass. You like it.Fucking whore…”

The words escape my mouth not exactly against my will but I hate the idea of myclaimed oneas a whore. Being passed around. Used and beaten by Des. And for all I know, Des will allow others to have his wife.My claimed one.

Serafina looks back at me. She looks devastated that I called her a whore.

“Tell me that you like it,” I say in a low voice.

“I like it,” she says.

“What?”

“I. Like. It.”

I curl my lip. I press my finger against her body and then slide it up to her lower back. I lift my hand again and she shudders.

“Say it,” I order her.

“I like it!” Serafina yells at me. “I’ve never done this before and I like it!”

“What exactly do you like?”

“I like when you touch my ass. I like when you smack my ass too. And I like when your fingers touch and explore back there…”

She grits her teeth and groans. Her fingers are still touching her clit.

“You’ve broken hearts before, Sera,” I tell her. “How many?”

“One I know of, Ty.” She groans. “Everyone has a first love. Right?”

The wordsfirst lovemake me want to scream with rage.

“What did you do to him?” I ask.

“Dumped him. For his former best friend.” She takes a deep breath and sighs. “But he cheated on me. It was a mess. It was… it was high school…”

She groans louder. This confession session has her dripping with desire. I grab her right forearm and pull her hand away from her cunt. She gasps and stares at me in disbelief.

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