Page 45 of Made For Ruin

“One,” I manage, my brain hazy.

The second spank lands slightly harder and ignites a spark that travels straight to my core.

“Two!” I cry out, my hips writhing against Marcus’s solid thighs.

His free hand presses into the small of my back. “Keep still, baby.”

I try to obey, but it’s almost impossible when the next swat sears across my skin.

“Three,” I gasp.

Marcus rubs the sting away before delivering another sharp slap.

“Four!” My voice is getting higher, breathier, as the pain blurs into intense, throbbing pleasure.

My ass is on fire but I’ve never been more turned on in my life. I’m dripping onto Marcus’s jeans, shamelessly grinding against his thigh, seeking friction. I’m so wet I can feel it on my thighs.

“None of that,” he scolds, pinning my hips with one strong hand.

I whimper in protest. “But I need it!”

“You don’t come until I say you can come.” His hand cracks against my ass again, making me jolt and yelp. “What number was that?”

“F-five,” I stammer. My brain practically shorts out from the overwhelming sensations.

“Halfway there. You’re doing so well, baby.”

His praise washes over me and soothes the deep ache between my legs. I want to be good for him, even as I’m shaking apart with desperate need.

The next five swats come in quick succession, pushing me right to the edge. Tears leak from my eyes as I sob out the numbers.

“Six! Seven! Eight! Nine! Ten!”

By the end, my ass feels raw and inflamed, but my body is singing with endorphins. I’m shaking and panting, my arousal so intense it’s almost painful.

“Please,” I beg, my voice ragged. Tears streak down my face. “Please, I need you. I need to come. I can’t stand it.”

Marcus lifts me up and settles me astride his lap, my throbbing core pressed right against the thick ridge of his erection. I moan brokenly and clutch at his shoulders, grinding down on him. The denim creates delicious friction against my swollen flesh.

He grips my hips, guiding my frantic movements.

“That’s it, baby. Use me to make yourself feel good. You’ve earned it.”

I ride him shamelessly, my head thrown back, whimpering with every roll of my hips. The coarse fabric is almost too intense, bordering on pain. But I can’t stop. I’m too far gone.

“Look at you,” Marcus growls, his eyes devouring me. “Desperate and wild, grinding on my cock like the needy girl you are.”

His filthy words make me clench and gush around nothing.

Marcus stands suddenly, lifting me with him. I cling to his shoulders, my legs instinctively locking around his waist. He carries me to the bed and drops me on the mattress, making mebounce. Before I can catch my breath, he’s on me, pinning my wrists above my head.

“Keep these here,” he orders. “Don’t move them.”

“Yes, sir,” I gasp, my heart racing wildly.

He releases my wrists, and I obediently keep them in place as he sits back on his heels to strip off his shirt. My mouth goes dry at the sight of his ripped torso and the tattoos rippling over hard muscle.

He’s back on me in an instant, his body caging mine, his weight deliciously heavy. His mouth claims my neck in biting kisses that make me arch and pant.

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