Page 114 of Beautiful Beast

Before I can help myself, I slap Erik across the face.

“What was that for?” he asks in a low voice.

“Because you can be such an asshole sometimes.”

“So, we sleep together once, and you think you have the right to act this way toward me?” He slowly walks up to me, pressing me against the kitchen counter. “How brave you are. Or foolish.”

“I shouldn’t have hit you. It’s just … Sometimes I get so angry, and my body reacts before I can stop it. But I can’t stand my father. I’ll never be able to like him. I’ll never get along with him. He’ll continue to push my buttons, and I’ll always fail.”

“Then maybe I need to reteach you a lesson.” He grabs my hips and spins me around, pressing his body against my backside. “Maybe you need a reminder how to be a good girl.” In one smooth motion, he flips my dress over my ass and rips my panties down.

I bite my lip to keep from moaning.

Then he lightly spanks me. “Do I need to do this harder to remind you how to act?”

“Maybe,” I admit.

Erik is silent for a moment before his hand connects with my backsidehard. My gasp is loud in the quiet of the kitchen. His other hand covers my mouth.

“We don’t want our guests to hear us, now do we?”

I shake my head.

“Good.”

He spanks me again.

It doesn’t feel like torture. It feels … pleasurable. It feels sort of fun. Naughty and electric.

I lean my ass back into him, and Erik lets out a low growl.

“You’re playing with fire, Anya. We have guests.”

“And they can wait,” I say through his hand. “My father can wait. Call it a punishment of his bad attitude.”

Erik chuckles against my neck as he kisses it. “Not a bad idea. He could learn some patience.” He taps my inner thighs and makes me spread my legs. “I haven’t been able to stop thinkingof your body. Knowing I took your innocence makes me harder than anything else ever has.”

A dull throbbing appears between my legs. The effect he has on my body is like nothing else.

Erik slides his hand between my legs and cups me. I moan against his other hand as he begins to rub my clit.

“You’re already so wet. That spanking turn you on?” His voice is low against my ear, which only serves to make everything hotter. More secretive. I never thought I could have fun with Erik like this, but I have to admit, it’s exhilarating. It’s amazing to be so comfortable in his arms.

He pinches my clit, making my hips buck against his hand.

“Do you need my cock?”

“We have guests.”

“And I think we established they can wait. So, answer me, Anya.” He runs his finger around my nub, playing with it, flicking it, turning me on even more.

And I know my answer.

“Yes.”

I can hear him unbuckle his pants, and then I feel his erection pressed against my entrance. I brace my hands on the counter.

Erik kisses my neck so gently I could almost cry from want.

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