Page 58 of Made For Ruin

“Lainey,” I warn, but there’s no force behind it anymore.

Her hands slide up my thighs, warm and steady, and she doesn’t stop. Doesn’t even slow down. If anything, she’s more determined now, her movements deliberate, her mouth hot and wet and perfect.

“You’re gonna regret this,” I mutter, but even I know it’s a lie.

I’m already too far gone, my body betraying me, my resolve crumbling with every stroke of her tongue. Her eyes stay locked on mine, wide and unblinking, like she’s daring me to give her everything.

And I do.

My hand tightens in her hair, holding her there as I spill into her mouth, my body shuddering with the force of it. She swallows, her throat working around me, and I groan, my knees nearly buckling.

When I finally let go of her hair, she sits back on her heels and wipes the back of her mouth with her hands.

There’s a flicker of something in her eyes—pride, maybe, or satisfaction—and it sends a jolt through me. She’s not shy aboutthis. Not apologetic. And that, more than anything, makes me want her all over again.

“You’re a menace,” I mutter, still catching my breath.

A small smile plays on her lips. “You didn’t seem to mind.”

“That’s not the point.” I reach down and brush a strand of hair from her face. My fingers linger on her cheek, tracing the curve of her jaw. “You’re supposed to listen when I tell you to stop.”

“You didn’t really want me to.”

I grunt, because she’s right, and I hate that she knows me that well.

But I’m not letting her off that easy.

“That’s not the point. You don’t get to decide when I’ve had enough.”

“Maybe I like pushing your buttons.”

I don’t give her a warning.

I haul her up to her feet in one swift motion, my hands gripping her waist. A surprised gasp escapes her lips as I carry her over to the couch, sit down and drape her across my lap in one fluid movement.

She squirms against me, her ass pressing deliciously against my already reawakening cock.

“Marcus, what are you doing?”

“You wanted to push my buttons, baby? Well, now you’re going to take the consequences.”

I run my hand over the swell of her ass, savoring the way she shivers under my touch. “What are your colors, Lainey?”

“Green for good, yellow for slow down, red for stop.”

“Good girl.” I squeeze one ass cheek, relishing the soft flesh filling my palm. “I’m going to give you fifteen spanks. You’re going to count each one out loud. Understand?”

She nods, her body already trembling with anticipation. “Yes, sir.”

Fuck, I love when she calls me that. It sends a surge of primal satisfaction through my veins, making my cock throb against the cleft of her ass.

I raise my hand and bring it down on her right cheek, the sharp smack echoing in the heated air. Lainey jerks and lets out a soft cry.

“One!”

I rub the slight sting away before delivering another spank, this time to her left cheek. The sight of my handprint blooming on her creamy skin makes my balls tighten.

“Two,” she gasps out, squirming on my lap. I can feel the heat of her core against my thigh, can practically smell her arousal.

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