Page 23 of Beautiful Mess

What the hell am I doing?Do I want him toactuallyspank me? Surely not. Why would I want that? Especially in such a public place. I’ve never even been remotely interested in something like that. Yet the racing of my heart and the tingles spreading along my flesh would certainly say otherwise.

Raking his heated gaze over me one more time, he makes a spinning motion with his index finger. “Turn around,” he growls, sending a fresh wave of arousal to my core. I press my thighs together, trying to relieve the ache steadily building, but it feels useless. My panties are already soaked.

Huffing out a small, dry laugh, I say, “I’m not doing that.”

“Oh, yes, you are, Sin.” Conway takes another step toward me, putting us impossibly close, his thumb and index finger taking my chin in a painful grip as he forces my gaze to meet his. Being this close to him, I notice the small gold flecks floating in his dark irises. The fact that I can even spot those is a miracle, since his pupils are blown so wide. “You want to act like a disobedient little fucking brat, you’re going to get punished like one.”

My pussy throbs and my nipples harden. Fuck, while I don’t understand my body’s reaction to him and his filthy words, I can’t seem to get enough. I’m damn near salivating, waiting for his next move that I can’t formulate a single response.

Conway brings his lips down, brushing against mine in a way that has me panting for more. My heart hammers against my ribs, chest rising and falling rapidly with my shallow breaths, and it would take next to nothing to tip my chin up and fully seal our mouths together. But I don’t do that. I’m too eager to see what he’ll do, and luckily, he doesn’t make me wait long to find out.

Dragging his tongue along my bottom lip, he groans before muttering darkly, “I will ask you one more time, Sin.Turn. Around.”

This time, I do it.

I do it eagerly. Without thinking twice about it. And when he leans in, bringing his lips next to my ear and says, “Now, put your hands on the wall and arch for me real nice,” I do that too, unable to ignore the way his words have my core dripping already. I feel arousaleverywhere. It’s a pulsing, desperate ache I feel from my head all the way down to my toes. My skin is on fire and my mind is hazy.

Who knew having somebody bark orders at me would be such a turn on?

“Look at that,” he rasps, an edge of condescension in his tone. “Turns out youcanfollow direction after all.”

I bite back the smirk trying to break free. “Fuck off,” I mutter.

“You know,” Conway muses, dragging a finger down the length of my back, sending a fresh wave of goosebumps all over. “For being such a royal pain in my ass, you sure do look sexy tonight.”

My throat tightens, heart skipping a beat at hearing a man like Conway refer to me assexy. It’s been so long since I’ve heard those words.

“This fucking tiny pink dress you’re wearing,” he continues, finger reaching the base of my spine. He flattens his palm out as he crudely grabs a handful of my ass. “It’s like you wore it with the idea of me punishing you in mind. Did you do that, Sin? Is this sexy little dress all for me?”

“You wish,” I spit out. Molten lava spreads low in my belly as he gropes my ass, and I nearly moan.

“So fucking sassy,” he growls, and I gasp as he flips the bottom of my dress up, revealing my lace-covered cheeks to him. “It’s about time I taught you about manners, don’t you think, Sin?”

I bite down on my bottom lip, muffling a moan as he runs a finger along my center.

“Fuck, you’re already so wet for me.” Amusement drips from his words, the same way my pussy drips all over my panties. Continuing to rub me through the lace, Conway brings his lips to my ear again, his hot breath sending a shiver down my spine. “What I’d really like to do is spank this nice, plump ass of yours until it’s painted red, but given where we’re at, that wouldn’t work.”

My god, the way I’m desperate to feel him do that.

“But don’t worry, I’ve got a better idea to punish you,” he husks. “One that’ll have that fucking attitude of yours running down your leg in no time. But you gotta be quiet, can’t have anybody hearing you fall apart for me. Can you keep it down, Sin?”

I toss him a glowering look over my shoulder. “Please,” I scoff. “Like it would actually be hard to keep it down. You can’t make me scream.”

He chuckles, teeth nipping my ear lobe. “Don’t think so?”

“I know so.”

“We’ll see about that.” Shoving my panties roughly to the side, two fingers find my clit almost annoyingly quickly, and as soon as they do, he pauses. “What do we have here?”

My pussy clenches and aches as he rubs small circles around the bud, and I bite down on my lip again to stifle any noise wanting to come out. He isnotgoing to prove me wrong. Or at least, he’s not going to know he did. No fucking way.

“What a sexy little surprise this is,” he purrs into my ear. “Grace Astor has her clit pierced. Maybe you’re not as sweet and innocent as you like to appear.”

My lip curls into a grin, hearing the barely restrained desire in his voice. Piercing my clitoral hood was a spur-of-the-moment decision I made right after my divorce was finalized. It was my weird way of taking back my sexuality after years of feeling unattractive and unwanted by my husband. The reaction men give me when they discover the jewelry for the first time always fills me with need. And Conway’s right; it’s not something anybody would think I would do, given howgoodI appear. I think that’s what makes me love it the most.

Fingers leaving my throbbing clit, Conway sinks them into my pussy with ease. I’m already so wet, there’s zero resistance. “You’re fucking dripping, Sin,” he growls. “You like my fingers in your tight cunt?”

“No.” I shake my head, both of us knowing it’s a bold-faced lie.

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