Page 127 of Phantom Mine

I grab the belt off her discarded robe and tie it firmly around her wrists, keeping them pinned at her low back. My gaze finds hers once more in the mirror.

“Good,” I say, pushing her back down onto the vanity.

My cock throbs looking at my reflection standing behind her as she lays bent before me with her hands tied.

I run my hand reverently down the open expanse of her back, along her spine, watching goosebumps raise her flesh. She gasps when I rip her panties off with an angry snarl.

“You didn’t have to rip those,” she complains.

My eyes fly to hers in the mirror. “Do you know how many men went home and jacked off to the thought of you in these panties tonight?” I press them to my nose, inhaling roughly. “Every single fucker who watched you shake your ass in them.”

I drop to my knees and bite her. She shrieks, bucking off the vanity, but my firm palm on her low back keeps her in place. I start low, nipping at her calves and working my way up to her thighs. The journey is slow, intentional, meant to tease and torture, but also mark. I’m leaving traces of my passage along every inch of her skin. If I could make them permanent without making her bleed, I would.

My teeth dig into the fleshy meat of her ass and a low moan sings from her throat. I bite her again and again and again, until her ass is covered in the rounded marks of my teeth. I run my hands over the scarred flesh, nearly buzzing with a primal need to own her.

I move over to her hips, her waist, eating her alive, groaning and grunting loudly, and running my tongue wetly up her spine. She’s trembling, panting, her eyes closed and her lips parted. My body shifts over hers, my broad back and shoulders flexing as I move, my arms caging her beneath me. When my teeth close around the skin where her shoulder meets her neck, she whimpers.

A harsh, needy breath gets strangled in my throat.

“Are you going to be loud for me,cara?”

“Yes,” she breathes.

I run my nose up the side of her face until I find her ear, growling, “You disobeyed me.”

I bring the flat side of the hairbrush I snatched off the floor down on her left cheek.

Valentina’s eyes spring open in shock, pain filtering through her gaze. “Fuck!” she cries.

“Don’t worry,” I soothe, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, my gentle actions in sharp contrast to the way I use the brush to spank her other cheek. “I will soon.”

She shrieks. Panicked eyes find me over her shoulder.

“What are you doing?”

Valentina groans when I spank her again, the wooden brush making the contact more painful than using my palm. I squeeze her burning flesh, making her flinch.

“I give you a long fucking leash, Leni, and I don’t ask for much in return, but tonight you abused it.”Spank. “You ignored theoneorder I gave you.”Spank. “You were careless, putting yourself at risk when we don’t know who else is involved inthe sex trafficking ring.”Spank. “You showed other men what belongs to me,” I roar.Spank. “You made me sosickwith jealousy, I stormed out of a meeting I couldn’t miss.”Spank. “What am Idoing? This is my instinctive, levelheaded, totally fucking logical reaction to your provocation.”

She shrieks every time the brush connects with her ass, jolting forward, her hip bones jutting into the vanity. Her skin is flushed red, both on her face and ass, and tears pool in her wide hazel eyes.

“Matteo—”

I spank her again, mindless with anger.

“You better learn your lesson with this punishment, because if youevergo back on that stage,” I rip in a sharp, angry breath at the visual. “I will fuck you in front of every single person in that audience until my cum is dripping from all three of your holes. Now apologize to me.”

Her eyes fly open. “You apologize tome!”

I grab her throat, bringing my face to hers until I’m breathing the words against her cheek. “I’m sorry for leaving you. I’m sorry for not calling.” My fingers tighten. “A part of me feels like it’s missing when you’re not there. This is the first time I’ve been able to breathe easily in a week.”

My hand finds her ass and I part her cheeks, sliding two fingers down her slit. She’s wet and throbbing, her thighs quivering despite the pain in her backside.

“I’m sorry too,” she mewls, arching her ass into me when she feels my fingers. “I’m sorry for provoking you.” She buries her forehead in the surface of the vanity, hiding her face as if ashamed of what she whispers next. “I just wanted you back.”

A pleased rumble sounds in my chest.

“Here I am,cara. You got me back.” I spank her again to punctuate my words and she cries out. “Use your words next time. I promise I won’t be as forgiving as I’m being now.”

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