Page 53 of The Duke and the Accidental Bride

“No!”

He thrust harder. Faster. One hand on her waist now, the other pulled the belt. It cut off the air, giving her just enough to breathe. She tried to wiggle free, but he pulled her back. She tried to buck him, but his thrusts were too hard and fast and aggressive. She tried to fight him, but he was too powerful for her.

Besides, she wasn’t trying that hard to stop him. God no.

“You’ve been a bad girl,” Duncan growled as he pummeled her; hard, fast, deep, all force. “Haven’t you!”

“I am so bad!” she cried.

“This is your punishment for disobeying me!” Another spank, the hardest yet. “This is what bad girls get! Now --” Another spank. “Will you behave!”

“I don’t want to --” He spanked her again. “I won’t --” Another spank and then the hand holding the belt dropped it as he leaned forward and took a handful of hair. “I... I...I...”

He thrust inside of her, deeper this time as he fell forward so that his entire body was on her. “Tell me you will behave!” he growled. “Tell me that you’re going to be my good little girl. Do it!”

“I’m sorry!” she found herself crying out, gasping through the waves of pleasure.

“Sorry for what?”

“For being bad.”

“A bad what?”

“I’m sorry for being a bad girl!” she screamed as he continued to pound her as his lips found her neck. “I won’t do it again.”

“I don’t believe you!”

“I promise!” she begged him, barely able to breathe, both ass cheeks stinging, legs shaking so hard that she could barely stay on them. “I promise. I’ll be good... I’ll be good...”

“A good what?”

“A good girl,” she gasped as he thrust again. “I’ll be good for you from now on. I promise!”

“You better be!” He pushed himself back and both hands found her waist. “You’re going to be obedient, aren’t you?”

“I am!”

“You’re going to do as you are told.”

“I will!”

“Because if you do not...” He began to move his hips even harder. Even faster. She could feel something happening, which she did not understand at first. His grip was tight. His movements were short and sharp. His breathing became pained. “If you do not... I will have to punish you again!”

And as he shouted that final command, Duncan exploded inside of Isabella. Or maybe she was the one exploding? She did not fully understand what was happening. The heat building inside of her. Her body fighting it. An eruption that she tried to resist, only for her subconscious to will it to happen.

As Duncan gave his final thrust, Isabella seemed to explode. Fire consumed her. She went stiff and then her legs kicked out, her body spasmed, her entire being rebelled against her beyond anything she had ever felt. For a moment, she thought her heart might give out...

For it to suddenly stop. The heat was still there. The pleasure still tingled and swept over her body. But it was nowhere near as aggressive, leaving her to shake as her heart slowly softened and went back to normal.

What in the name of all things was that?

As for Duncan? He had stumbled back, falling into a chair, his breathing heavy and aggressive, his body coated in sweat; he was still wearing his white linen shirt, but it was so wet that she could see his flushed skin underneath.

Isabella was worried, at first, to look at him. Surely, after such a savage display, he must be embarrassed? She certainly was! She found his eyes... hesitant at first... surprised to see a smile behind them.

That surprise grew when Duncan pushed himself up and made his way back to her. For a moment, she thought he was going totry the same again, as if once was enough. She pulled back on instinct, but he was gentle as he fell in beside her and pulled her sweating body into his own.

“Wh – what are you doing?” she stammered while letting him hold her.

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