Page 38 of Nowhere to Run

He’s insane.

The thought raced through my mind, frantic, helpless, but my body remained frozen beneath him.

“If you’re going to be a bad girl,” he murmured, his voice a dangerous growl, “then I’m going to treat you like one.”

Before I could respond, he pulled out, his fingers releasing my throat. I was free. A violent shudder racked through me, my body shaking from the shock. One second, I’d been consumed—completely his.

The next—emptiness. A void. A sudden, aching absence. But the relief was fleeting. Before I could fully catch my breath—

He moved. Fast. Up at the headboard, his hand shot out, gripping me, closing around my wrist. Without hesitation he dragged me up with him, forcing me across his lap. My ass lifted, bare and vulnerable.

The first strike landed hard. A sharp crack of his palm echoed through the room, the sting radiating across my skin.

“Ow!” I gasped, my body jerking against him.

Humiliation burned hotter than the pain.

“That hurts!”

“Good.”

His tone was cold. Detached. As if my protests only fueled his resolve.

His hand came down again. Harder this time, the sting spreading through me like fire.

“Stop!” I cried, but he ignored me. Another slap. Then another. Each one harder than the last, each one deepening the ache.

My ass blazed beneath his relentless strikes

“That’s what you get for being a little tease and a liar,” he hissed, his voice low and sharp. A quiet promise of more to come.

Leaning close to my ear, he made his command.

“Get on your stomach.”

A tremor rolled through me.

I hesitated.

“What are you going to do?” I whimpered, my voice shaking.

A mix of fear and something else. Something deeper. Darker.

I already knew what he was going to say.

But it didn’t make the fear any less real.

“What I promised I’d do the last time I saw you.”

His voice was low. A hiss. A reminder.

A promise kept.

My heart raced.

He was going to claim every part of me. To own me. And there was nothing I could do to stop him.

I had to at least try.

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