Page 3 of The Lieutenant

The feel of his hands as he roamed them over my body was stimulating, my breath skipping even as I tried to ignore the sensations. He squeezed my butt cheek before tracing my spine with a single finger.

The vibrations humming through me were more electrified than before.

“You have no idea how I’ve suffered. The fear. The worry. I couldn’t lose you. Now you’re back and I will never allow anything to happen to you again.”

He brought his hand down on my naked bottom again and again. I was shocked because of his actions, yet wild with desire. The pain was ripe, breath-stealing, yet heat fizzled, electrifying my flesh. He’d spanked me before, but this time felt entirely different. He was in utter control of me, a reminder that I’d fallen under a crazy kind of spell.

I wanted him as much as he needed me.

The brutal spanking continued and when I almost managed to slide off his lap, he wrapped one leg around both of mine. My screams of protest were mixed with moans of desire. The feel of his throbbing cock pressed against my stomach was more incredible than ever. I craved my lips being wrapped around his thick shaft. I longed for him to fuck me savagely as he’d done so many times before.

As he started to caress my bruised and aching skin, I heard his dark laugh. “You yearn for my firm hand. Don’t you, little kitten?”

“Never!”

“How many times do I need to tell you that you’re a terrible liar?” To prove a point, he dipped his fingers to my pussy, driving them inside. My muscles clamped down immediately and I was bucking hard against him.

My single moan was incentive, Havros pushing his hand between my legs. His thumb had always worked magic, my clit pulsing the moment he swirled the thick digit around my tender tissue.

Everything became a blur as he thrust his fingers deep inside of me. I reared up, but he immediately pushed me down, almostimmediately resuming the spanking. The moment was painful yet peaceful, the combination fucking with my mind.

I knew in my heart I would never be free of this man. Not in my mind or my heart.

After several additional brutal strikes, he took a deep breath.

“Everything you are, your body and soul, your heart and mind belongs to me. When will you finally accept that?”

The word ‘never’ was on my mind, but that would just be another lie. He controlled me.

He owned me.

If only I could hate him. If only…

He pulled me from his lap, standing at the same time. When he tossed me down onto the bed, I was shocked from his force. I scrambled to climb off the comforter, but he simply pushed me down again, reaching for his belt.

The bed was still the way we’d left it from the night before, covers pushed to the bottom, the sheet in crumpled wads. After he’d pulled down his zipper, he reached for me once again, easily jerking the dress over my shoulders. His expression remained dark and demanding as he pitched it aside.

Without undressing, he crawled onto the bed, wrapping his hand around my throat. “Mine.”

A single word, a culmination of everything we’d been through.

He kicked my legs apart, planting his other hand beside my head. Unable to help myself, I reached for his cock. Once my fingers were wrapped around his shaft, I stroked him several times while he locked eyes with mine.

“Tell me you want me, kitten. Don’t hold back.”

“I hate you.”

“Another lie.”

Havros didn’t wait for me to change my mind, pressing his cockhead at my entrance. He grabbed both arms, yanking them over my head and clasping one hand around both my wrists. As soon as he pinned them to the bed, he thrust the entire length of his cock inside.

I arched my back, the involuntary move just like I’d always done. A fevered excitement tore through me as he pulled out, driving into me again. The bed was jarred, my breath stolen as he continued to repeat his brutal actions.

The intrusion was savage yet wonderful, every synapse in my body alive and in motion. I remained breathless as he fucked me, struggling with his hold as he stared down at me. He continued hammering into me, almost immediately driving me to the point of an orgasm.

I fought my desires, but my body betrayed me as it always did. Seconds later, I was lost to the pleasure he’d always brought, my mind spinning as ecstasy rolled through me. I’d tried to tell myself I didn’t want this or him, but all was lost.

He was indeed my everything.

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