Page 70 of Untamed

The second slap lands harder, stealing my breath. It’s the kind of pain that melts into pleasure too fast, too easily, leaving me trembling and aching for more.

“Do you understand now?” he asks, his voice velvet and steel. “You don’t get to tease me with your fantasies and then squirm when I make them real.”

“I wasn’t squirming,” I shoot back, the words leaving my mouth before I can stop them.

His laughter is dark and dangerous. “No?” He leans back, dragging his hand across my skin again before delivering another stinging blow. This time, I can’t stop the whimper that slips from my lips.

“Say it, baby,” he commands, his fingers tracing the curve of my hip, teasing and tormenting. “Say you’re mine.”

“You’re insane,” I manage, but my voice wavers, betraying me.

He shifts lower, his mouth pressing kisses along the sensitive skin of my thighs, each one hotter and closer to where I need him most. “You don’t want me to stop, do you?” he asks, his lips brushing against the edge of my panties.

“No,” I admit, the word barely a whisper.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, his breath hot against me as he peels the fabric down. This time, Ilovethe “good girl.” His fingers slide between my thighs, and I can’t stop the sharp cry that escapes when he finds how wet I am.

“You’re dripping for me,” he says, his voice heavy with approval. “My little queen, so fucking wet for her king.”

I moan, arching into his touch, but he pulls away before I can chase the feeling.

“Oh no, you don’t,” he says, sitting back on his heels. “You’re not getting what you want until I’m satisfied.”

I writhe against the ropes, frustration building to a fever pitch as he trails his fingers up my stomach, between my breasts, and back to my jaw. He grips it, forcing me to meet his eyes.

“Do you know what happens to queens who disobey their king?” he asks, his tone deceptively soft.

I shake my head, too breathless to speak, and his smirk returns, wicked and knowing. “They get punished.”

Before I can respond, he flips me over, the ropes twisting to hold me in place as he pushes me onto my stomach. His hand comes down on my ass again, the sharp sting sending a surprising jolt of pleasure through my entire body.

“Count.”

Oh my fucking god, he really is acting out every damn fantasy. But wait… I need a minute.

“Rodion—”

“I saidcount, little queen.”

“One,” I whisper, and he rewards me with another stinging slap.

“Louder,” he demands, his free hand resting on the small of my back, holding me still.

“Two!” I cry, my voice breaking as the heat between my legs intensifies, the sting of his hand fueling a fire I can’t control.

“That’s it, that’s my good girl,” he murmurs, his voice laced with satisfaction. His hand soothes the burn with a slow, deliberate caress, but it’s not enough. The ache inside me grows sharper, my body trembling with need. How could I have ever denied likinggood girl?

It’s everything.

The next strike lands harder, and I arch into it, the ropes digging into my wrists as I pull against them. “Three!” I gasp, the sound raw and desperate.

“Perfect,” he growls, his free hand sliding between my thighs. His fingers find my slick heat, and I choke on a moan as he teases me, circling just enough to drive me mad but not enough to push me over.

“Rodion, please,” I beg, unable to hold back anymore. “Please, I can’t?—”

“Shh,” he interrupts, his fingers retreating just as I think he might finally give me what I need. “Relax, and I think you’ll find you can take more than you think you can.”

He flips me onto my back again with infuriating ease, his hands strong and unyielding. The ropes stretch and twist, holding me in place, and his eyes meet mine, molten and feral.

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