Page 55 of Beautiful Cruelty

"All talk and no action." She pushes back against me, her ass grinding deliberately.

With my free hand, I sweep the table clear. Crystal shatters. Silver clatters. The champagne bottle rolls off and explodes against the floor, leaving a trail of fizzing gold.

That familiar dark desire seeps through my bones, whispers at my ear, and tells me to hold nothing back.

To make her scream.

To leave her a wet whimpering mess.

To test her boundaries while obliterating every one of mine.

"That sounded expensive," Lacey taunts.

I bend her over the polished mahogany surface, pinning her wrists behind her back as I do so.

She gasps—a tiny little squeal that sets my blood on fire and sends my cock hardening in response.

Her dress rides up, exposing a tempting expanse of her creamy thigh. I can see the pulse fluttering at the base of her throat, tinging her skin with another deepening shade of pink.

Pressing my weight against her back, I lean over her. My cock strains against my slacks where it nestles against her exposed ass. She gasps, and then lets out a breathy laugh.

I yank her head back by a fistful of her hair to expose her exquisite throat.

“You thinkI’mafraid?”

“Aren’t you?” Her breath comes faster now.

My fingers tighten around the hem of her dress, pushing it higher to expose her round ass. "I won't be gentle."

"Promise?" She wriggles beneath me, managing to spread her legs wider despite her injured ankle.

Do it!The darkness within me snarls.Remind her who’s in charge.

As if acting on its own, my hand rises and comes down hard on Lacey’s exposed ass. The sharp crack echoes through the dining room, followed by her gasp of pleasure. Her skin flushes pink beneath my palm.

The darkness purrs with satisfaction, and my cock throbs against its restraint.

"Is that all you've got?" she breathes.

I strike again, harder this time. This time, she cries out—a sound that sends a thrill through me.

"That's more like it." Her voice comes out husky, wanting.

She arches her back, pushing her ass against my hand, silently begging for another blow. I can see the dampness growing between her legs, soaking her panties. I cansmellher own arousal, thick and heavy in the air.

"Another…" she rasps.

The third blow lands, and she lets out a moan—a deep, guttural sound that reverberates through her body and shoots straight to my groin. My cock throbs painfully against my zipper, straining for release. I want to take her right here, right now.

I feel my control slipping away. Blood rushes at my ear. My heart drums against my ribcage. The red print of my hand on her pale skin, and the way her ass is spread so helplessly before me makes a heady combination.

Do it!The darkness urges me.Rip off her panties. Fuck her!Hurt her! Break her!

My fingers are clumsy as I rip at my belt, sending it clinking to the floor, but I don't care.

I yank her panties aside, baring her sex to the cool air. I'm struck by the sight of her—the delicate pink of her inner lips, puffy and swollen with desire, glistening with her arousal. Her clit peeks out from its hood, like a wildflower blooming just for me.

I pull her to the edge of the table, spreading her legs wide, as I grasp my cock in my hand.

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