Page 30 of Merciless Sinner

Now.

Screw the bed.

He’d just as soon take her on the floor. Or against the wall with his hands stretched around her neck in this confined space. The idea of her harsh screams echoing off of these tiny walls made his balls nearly seize with need.

Fuck, his need for her had taken a turn for the dangerous.

His ability to be kind and gentle with her was fading fast.

Alex locked his jaw against his more base urges, determined to hold it together.

When they finally stepped inside her room, his eyes zeroed in on the huge bed in the middle, made up with near military precision. Although it wasn’t her obvious obsession with neatness that ultimately drew his eye.

There in the middle of the pristine white comforter rested the rose crop he’d sent her.

His heart sped up at the sight of it.

He’d fantasized for days about using it on her, never even considering she’d show up that first night without it.

Yes. This was just the thing he needed to rein in the beast threatening to shred his control.

“Kneel down here, at the foot of the bed, face the door.” Amazingly she did as he asked while he walked out of her line of sight and began to prepare himself. He removed his clothing, taking deep slow breaths as he worked and piled everything neatly on the plush upholstered chair next to her bed. He made note of this chair as the perfect spot to sit with her between his legs and her lush mouth wrapped around his cock.

Before he could get completely lost in the greedy thoughts of her hot mouth working his dick, he turned back to her.

He paused and stood still for a minute to admire Harper’s sublime positioning. She looked good on her knees. Naked, spine straight, her hair brushing the top of her buttocks, framing that perfect heart-shaped ass he longed to mark.

The waiting had worked out perfectly. Had he taken her that first night he would have had to tread carefully. She would have been pretty sore from their first scene. Not that that thought had made his mind stop filling with images of her body bent over, red streaks covering her ass.

A grin spread across his face and he imagined if he could see it now it might even scare him with its intentions. It would terrify her.

With his right hand, Alex grasped her shoulder and squeezed. Like it or not, they both just might have to accept that tonight his control had nearly deserted him.

As if sensing his conflicting thoughts, she shuddered underneath his hand.

Fortunately or unfortunately, depending on how you looked at it, that slight move brought his own responsibilities rushing back to the forefront. “What’s wrong, kitten?”

“I’m nervous. I don’t know what you want me to do.”

With a plan forming in his mind with every tremble she gave him, Alex leaned across her bed and picked up the crop. “And that’s exactly how I’ll want you sometimes. Nervous anticipation is half the fun and fear is the spice of life.”

He ran the leather rose along her spine from the base of her skull to the seam of her ass. She gasped. A harsh sound that he longed to hear repeatedly. He tapped the crop across her skin. Her back, sides and shoulders. Nothing painful at all, although she had no idea when or if that would change. He bit back another smile. At any moment he could and would decide to inflict more force.

Maybe too much force.

His will. Her pain. Their pleasure.

Those were the thoughts running through his mind when he struck her back with a fraction more pressure. Still nothing exceptionally painful.

Harder. He swung the crop through the air and brought it down on her ass with a sharp smack. That would leave a mark.

She gasped, which turned out to be the sweetest sound she could have made. He did it again and again, making sure each strike would deliver both a jolt of pain and a flush of heat.

“God, you’re fucking perfect, kitten.” He reached down to rub the red marks now striping her sweet ass and she rewarded him with a series of moans that dug deep into his balls, pulling him so taut he nearly doubled over. More. He wanted to take so much more from this sweet woman.

More pain. More pleasure.

No.

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