Page 6 of Sinner

“I assure you he wasn’t innocent by any stretch.”

Huffing, I had a feeling I’d made him angry. The fear was palpable, but I wasn’t going to give up or in without a fight.

“Your pulse is racing, but not from fear, from excitement. Is this not what you’ve craved?”

What the hell was he talking about?

“No. Never. I’m a very good girl.” My voice sounded weak, more so than I’d ever heard before. A good girl?

His chuckle was sensual, the monster enjoying every second of my terror, but he made me question why I was drawn to him. I was afraid, yes, but more intrigued with another human being than I’d been in a long time. “A good girl. Are you really?”

“Yes, of course.”

He shifted his hand, cupping my jaw with a reminder of just how strong he was and what he could do. Using only his thumb, he rubbed the rough pad across my face. It felt sticky, as if the man’s hand was covered in blood.

“You’re lying to me. Never lie to me,” he said, this time in a commanding voice. “You prefer all things dark. Don’t you?”

“You don’t know me.”

“I know enough to realize you’re perfect in every way.”

What the fuck? Perfect? The man was delusional.

When he spun me around to face the tree, I kicked out, almost lucky enough to catch him in the balls.

“Oh, a fighter. I love that in a woman. However, your disobedience can’t go unpunished.”

A slight whimper escaped my lips. I braced for the sharp pain and certain death, fighting tears and memories. I wanted to live. There was so much I wanted to do with my life. How dare he try to take it away from me?

A rush of energy swept through every muscle and I kicked out again, this time connecting with something. The raspy grunt was a reward and I almost managed to break free as he tried to recover. But he was too fast, his hold too strong as he yanked one arm over my head and then the other. A single massive hand gripped my wrists.

I was pinned by his weight, able to feel the bulge of his hard, throbbing cock. The man was getting off on terrorizing me. I bit my inner cheek to keep from whimpering while I wanted to scream. The twisted bastard would likely have an orgasm if I begged for mercy.

No

I refused to give it to him.

There was nothing to prepare me for the jolt of pain as he smacked his hand against my backside.

What the hell was this monster doing?

He repeated the action, sending a wave of heat straight to my torso.

“You like this. I can tell,” he stated as if he really did know me.

“You’re crazy.”

In response, he continued the spanking. Every hard crack of his hand was more brutal than the one before. While I continued fighting what he was doing and the man’s horrible hold, he was so strong I was exhausted within a couple of moments.

“You crave the kind of pain only I can provide.” With his hand still pressing me against the tree, he crouched down. I fought to figure out what he was doing, the darkness preventing me from seeing anything.

I felt the results of his actions seconds later as he swiftly lowered my jeans and the punishment from his hand turned into something more savage. He’d found a switch, a limb thick enough that when he brought it across my sit spot, anguish exploded into every nerve ending. And my pussy clenched.

Breathless, the agony stealing my breath, I fought for release, but it was no use. He smacked my buttocks and the tops of my thighs with rapid, even, and brutal strikes.

“Stop it,” I managed.

“You don’t really want me to, little lamb. Now, do you?”

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