Page 474 of Rage

He was looking at me, but didn’t seem to talk to me. His eyes didn’t leave mine as his hand moved, and the next moment I heard a loud thump behind me.

Swallowing hard, I glanced over my shoulder. The brute was dead, the knife buried inside his neck. I didn’t even know what to feel. Shock? Remorse? Pity? I didn’t care about that man, and I had bigger problems on my hands right now.

“Now, what should I do with such a bad, crazy kitten?”

Dimitry grabbed my chin and made me look at him again. My legs quivered as his eyes captured mine, the intensity shining in them making fear and arousal blend within me. Or maybe it was only fear, but I was too overwhelmed to correctly distinguish between them. I had no idea.

It was as if my brain stopped working, and having him touching me wasn’t helping either. All my nerve endings were tingling with electricity, and all my senses were on high alert. I could feel the other men’s eyes on us.

“I think this bad kitten needs to be punished.”

I should have been scared as hell, and I was, but the seductiveness that dripped from his voice made me react to the word “punished” in ways I didn’t expect and couldn’t comprehend. A fresh wave of wetness soaked my panties and my pussy throbbed with desire.

I gasped as he yanked my hand and dragged me toward the table. My heart leaped to my throat as he bent me over it, with my ass toward the group of men in the room.

Is he going to fuck me in front of them?

My body flushed with heat. Oh, God, what the hell was I doing, thinking or feeling? This was a fucking psycho who kidnapped me to seek revenge on my husband. Yes, husband, because in case my pussy forgot this little detail, I was married. Maybe Ivan was an idiot, but I was still his wife. A loyal one.

My traitorous body didn’t seem to care about that, though.

A hum of illicit pleasure coursed through me as he lifted my dress up around my waist. I should remind him that I was married, but that would have probably made him even more eager to fuck his rival’s wife.

My system overheated, and my body fought with my mind about what I should feel about this. I squirmed, unsure of what I was trying to do. Run? Tease him? Attack him again?

Dimitry pressed one hand on my back, pinning me in place. I fixed my eyes forward, my heart pounding wildly.

Whatever he was going to do, I couldn’t let him see the mix of emotions flooding me. Maybe I couldn’t tell which was which, but I knew I didn’t want him to have the chance of using any of them against me.

“A bad kitten like you needs to learn to behave,” he growled.

I yelped as his palm landed hard on my ass. Pain radiated through me, making the arousal pulsing within me surge. Before I could process it completely, a new slap followed. Embarrassment turned my cheeks red.

I was the heir of a powerful bratva, married to a brava boss. Yet here I was, being spanked by a ruthless rival of my husband, in front of his men. What was worse, though, was the way each spank made my pussy clench with need.

“Bad. Kitten.”

I mewled and squirmed as he continued to slap my ass cheeks in turns. I could feel the drenched fabric of my panties glued to my skin, and I knew he could see how aroused I was.

His men could, too.

My ass felt as if it was on fire, and my face burnt with shame and frustration. Why was this so arousing? No one ever did something like this to me, and my body was reacting in ways I would have never expected.

A thrill of pleasure coursed down my back as a new pang of pain rolled through me when he spanked me again. I clenched the table edges, biting my lower lip to stifle the moans that threatened to rip from my throat.

To my complete embarrassment, I found myself lifting my ass in an attempt to meet the slaps sooner.

“Your cheating cunt is so wet, kitten,” he said.

I couldn’t hold back a whimper of joy as he ceased his assault and skimmed his finger along my pussy. I wanted to deny it, I wanted to protest, but the only sound that left my mouth as he pressed on my clit had been a loud moan.

Why does it feel so good? I shouldn’t…

“Maybe I should tell your husband how wet his wife is for me. And inform him I’m going to turn her into my whore.”

The threat and the filthiness of his words should have disgusted and scared me, but instead of that, I felt a new wave of warmth spreading through my core.

This shouldn’t feel so good!

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