Page 23 of Keeping The Virgin

Chapter 8

It seemsas if time stands still while Cage watches me from a few feet away, bare hunger in his piercing blue eyes.

Even though my muscles feel frozen, pinned by his gaze against the bathroom wall, everything inside of me is brewing, simmering. There’s something chemical going on between us, and it’s going to end up exploding.

Something in his eyes flickers, going even darker, and I gasp. Then, with a restrained growl, he pounces, grabbing me and hauling me against him until the length of his hard body presses against mine.

“You’ve been a bad girl today,” he whispers.

He doesn’t give me time to argue because he picks me up in his arms then tosses me onto his shoulder with effortless strength until I’m looking down at the floor with my hair covering half my face. My ass is in the air, his large hand on the curve of my cheek.

I grasp at his designer jacket, my head spinning. Every move he makes is primal, and it’s getting me so hot.

“What do bad girls get?” he asks.

“I don’t know.”

As I feel his other hand slip beneath my dress, I clutch at his jacket harder. He tugs down my panties and pushes up my dress. My vision begins to pound along with the rest of the blood that’s surging through me.

Things are moving so fast that everything reels, and it’s only when he’s got my panties off that my thoughts catch up.

Air hushes over my naked bottom, and the naughty sensation makes my pussy throb even harder with wet need.

“You know what bad girls get,” he says, arrogantly caressing one of my ass cheeks. “Tell me what it is.”

“Punishment.” It comes out choked, blocking my breathing as I fight for oxygen.

“That’s right,” he says. “You get a spanking for fucking around with me back there.”

Now that he’s planted the thought, he waits for it to take hold of me. I shiver in fright, but I’m anticipating it, eagerly holding what breath I have. But when he doesn’t do anything, hopeful in such a warped way.

His grip tightens on me, and I hear a thwarted growl rumble from his chest as he fondles my ass some more, as if it’s all his and he wants me to know it.

Just as I’m about to beg for him to punish me already, he suddenly smacks my exposed bottom.

The sting makes my pussy gush, and I bite my lip, holding back an aroused groan. But I’m not going to make a sound. I’m not giving in to him.

My clit is pounding again, waiting for what comes next.

Cage only rubs away the stinging heat on my skin. It’s as if he’s testing me to see how much I’ll take.

But I want to feel my clit jerk with lust again. I want to get wetter.

What’s wrong with me?

“Did you learn your lesson yet?” he finally asks, his voice brittle.

“No.” I wiggle, asking for more. “Fuck you, Cage.”

“Fuck me for what?”

I don’t know what else to say, and he smacks me again.

Something rapturous blasts through me, and I come with such soaked brutality that everything disappears for a fierce moment. Then, as my head starts spinning again, I’m back, fisting his jacket in my hands, hauling in tight breaths. I want this so bad that I think I’m going to die, and my sight starts to clear, my body trembling as if it’s barely tied together by vibrating wires that are set to break yet again.

Juices make me slick between my legs, and I involuntarily mewl, wanting him to give me another.

Instead he slides his fingers between the folds of my beating pussy, as if wants to see how affected I am. He wants to see what a little monster he’s making me.

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