Page 35 of Beautiful Beast

I run my fingers along her lower ass. “Does this feel good?”

Her hands clench around the covers.

“Anya?”

“Yes,” she admits.

“Do you want to open your legs for me?”

“No.”

“Do you think you’ve been properly punished for running away?”

“I was just trying to get to my sister.”

“And I said we’d see her tomorrow. You didn’t answer my question.”

She sighs, her body slumping against the mattress. “Yes, I’ve been punished.”

“Then I say we end things right here. Unless you want to surprise me.”

She goes silent for a long moment. It fascinates me that she’s truly considering this. My cock stirs at the idea of getting to touch her pussy.

I’m sure she has a beautiful one to match the rest of her.

“I want to be done,” she finally says.

“All right.” I pull my hand away.

“Just like that?”

“Of course. We had a deal. I spank you, and you get to see your sister tomorrow. I’m a man who keeps to his word, despite everything else about me. I have to admit, though, I’m disappointed. I was so looking forward to touching your pussy.”

She turns her head in the other direction so I can’t see her pretty expression.

“The only thing you need to worry about right now is how you’re going to sleep tonight. I’m sure your ass hurts. That’s punishment enough. Now, you took me away from my work. So, I’m going to finish that, and I’ll come back later. Have a good wedding night, Anya.”

I leave her alone in our bedroom to think about the consequences of her actions.

ANYA

Erik is right. I have to sleep on my side the entire night because it hurts too much to lie on my back.

I don’t notice when Erik joins me for bed, but when I wake up in the morning, I find the side of his bed messy, though he’s not there. The thought that he slept beside me all night and I didn’t notice sends a chill down my spine.

I find him in the kitchen eating an omelet. A woman is there, cooking at the stove. She hands me a plate with an omelet on it as well.

“My housekeeper,” Erik explains. “Edith. She makes all the meals here.”

“Thank you,” I tell her.

She gives me a tight nod and turns back to the stove.

I set my plate down at the table, sit, and immediately regret it. I wince and try not to show how much my ass still hurts.

Erik smirks over his coffee cup but doesn’t comment.

I hate what he made my body feel last night. Pain and pleasure. When he offered to touch me between my legs, I was tempted. I don’t even know why. It’s all so confusing, and it only makes me hate him more.

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