Page 93 of The Owner's Temptation

His hand finds my hip again, squeezing hard enough to make me whimper. The other drifts up—palming my ass, sliding slowly along the curve of my lower back, then up my spine.

When he reaches my shoulder, he doesn’t grip—he massages. Deep, slow, tender. His fingers dig into the tension I’m holding like he knows every tight, anxious place inside me.

“Answer me, Sienna,” he repeats, his breath warm at my ear. “You wore these for me. Didn’t you,Angel?”

My name on his lips is sinful. ButAngel? It melts me.

I push back into him—pressing my ass into the thick ridge of his cock, wordless and needy, desperate for more than the teasing brush he keeps giving.

But the moment I do, he pulls away.

A strangled sound slips from my throat. When I relax in disappointment, he presses forward again—grinding into me just enough to make my knees weak.

He’s toying with me.

Ruining me.

Making me desperate for him.

“Yes,” I breathe. It’s a moan. A confession. Abeg.

And then?—

A rush of cool air.

SMACK.

I cry out, startled, the sharp sting lighting across my ass as my body jerks in shock. I try to lift up, instinctively, but his hand presses firmly to the center of my back, keeping me down with terrifying ease.

“Yes, what?” he asks.

His tone is lethal. Quiet and cold.

I stammer, still dazed. “I—I?—”

SMACK.

Another slap. Harder this time. The sound echoes off the walls, heat blooming beneath my skin as I gasp.

“Yes,sir!” I blurt, trembling. “Yes, sir—I wore them for you!”

The silence that follows is thick. Tense. Electric.

And Lucian?

He finally smiles.

I can feel it in the air between us.

“I knew you could be a good girl,” he murmurs, the words curling down my spine like silk laced with smoke.

And then his hand lifts.

Crack.

I suck in a gasp as the slap lands harder this time. Sharp. Stinging. My body jolts, a whimper escaping before I can catch it.

His palm glides over the spot he just struck—slow, cruel,teasing. He massages the sting like he’s soothing a wound and branding me all at once. The friction lights up my skin, making my core throb with need.

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