Page 83 of The Lieutenant

I wanted to hate the way he was handling me, but somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew he was right. I’d purposely tried to drive a wedge between us because I was afraid. Not of him. Not because of the power he wielded or the ruthless manner in which he conducted business.

But of falling even harder for a man I couldn’t care about.

His stare was hard but not cold, his eyes shimmering even in the bright lights of the kitchen. He was mesmerizing as usual, his rugged face and three-day stubble creating a world of fantasies. I closed my eyes briefly, maybe weighing my odds of getting away.

Did I really want that? Did I wish to lose what we’d shared? This was no longer about the story. No justice brought to my mother could ease the ache inside.

I found myself obeying his command, shuffling my feet toward the island, keeping my eyes closed as I lifted my dress. I was aching all over, the near-death experience far from the reason why. As I slipped my fingers under the thin elastic of my thong, I heard his heavy breathing.

He was as turned on as I was, maybe more so.

The thought continued racing through my mind as I pulled the lace down my legs, leaning over the edge. No one had spanked me with a belt before. The anticipation was strangely alluring, so much so my nipples were as hard as tiny pebbles. I’d never experienced so much domination as while being around this man.

He moved behind me, taking several deep breaths. The tingling sensations as he rolled his fingers under my dress kept me quivering. A part of me wanted to beg him to reconsider, but the other side, the bad girl in me knew the punishment I was about to receive was justified.

“I’m going to be lenient with you, Kara. Fifteen strikes with my belt. However, if you disobey me again, the number will increase.”

The way he patted my bottom was just as possessive as any other move he’d made. I wanted to be contentious and refuse, but my heart almost felt at peace. How was that possible? The moment I gripped both sides of the island, he brought the belt down for the first time.

The swooshing sound the strap made as it sailed through the air caught my attention first, the slap across my bottom second. There was no anguish, just a strange feeling of discomfort. I heard him exhale before he placed another strike directly across my sit spot.

As discomfort shifted into pain, I shot up from the counter, planting my palms against the smooth granite. My heart was thudding in my chest, lights flashing in front of my eyes. A moment of revulsion rushed into my system and another feeling I needed to escape almost pushed my last buttons.

He pressed his hand against the small of my back, the pressure enough I slowly eased back down to the surface. With my face against the counter, I took gasping breaths.

“We’re just getting started, kitten. Breathe for me.”

I had no idea how I’d endure thirteen more of these… brutal smacks. My bottom was already on fire. He cracked the belt down twice more in rapid succession and I bucked against the counter.

“Oh!” My screech was loud enough I was shocked his men didn’t burst into the apartment. I kicked out involuntarily, doing nothing more than trying to ease the anguish. There was no chance of doing that.

“I will do this as often as necessary until you learn.”

Learn to obey him. The thought was ridiculous, but all I could think about. The whooshing sound grabbed my attention once again, the four savage cracks against my skin thunderous. The sound pulsed in my ears, pain washing down both legs.

But my pussy throbbed in appreciation. Confusion remained, my eyes watering. As a single tear fell, I clenched my eyes shut.

No reaction. No reaction!

Yet I wiggled and moaned, the feel of juice trickling down both inner thighs taunting me. The scent of my crazy desire wafted into my nostrils and I hated my body for the direct betrayal even as I felt myself push my bottom out for him.

Havros continued the spanking in a monotonous rhythm. When he suddenly stopped, I thought the nightmare was over.

“You are truly beautiful, Kara,” he growled as he caressed my aching bottom.

The jolts of electricity shooting through me were powerful. I was lightheaded, the pain mixing with incredible ecstasy. When he brushed his fingers between my legs, I sucked in and held my breath.

“And so very wet.”

I opened my legs as I dug my nails into the granite. He whispered in Greek, the unknown words soothing. My breathing was more labored than before, the ache in every muscle a culmination of several intense vibrations.

He patted my bottom with his hand, denying me the pleasure. As he resumed the spanking, I squirmed and moaned, fighting the urge to beg him to touch me. To feel me.

Kiss me.

Fuck me.

After the horrible night, my mind was carnivorous with need. There was no denying the way I felt about him. He brought the belt down four more times and I almost pushed myself completely off the island. The agony was horrible, yet I felt alive and electrified. The heat in my bottom was nothing next to the fire roaring through my body. This was something I could never tell anyone about. My little secret.

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