Page 58 of Deviant

He stepped into a sunken living room, and I giggled because he still held me secure in his arms, as if he might never let me go. He brought his lips down on mine, and my laughter died as his tongue swept inside my mouth.

We stood like that for what seemed like forever.

Swaying.

Fucking each other with our tongues.

Getting hotter and harder.

“I need you,” I whispered, breaking our lip-lock.

“You know I’m gonna do very sick and depraved things to you, right?”

“I hope so.”

Rafe plucked the roses from my hair, one at a time, and let them drop to the floor. Next went the pins holding my locks into a twist. As my curls fell around my shoulders, he set me on my feet, and that’s when I noticed Jax lingering in the shadows, still decked out in his wedding attire. I shot a confused glance at Rafe.

“I thought we had the cabin to ourselves.”

“We do.” Something shifted inside Rafe. He curled his hand around my throat, and I stood unmoving in his gentle grip, breath catching as I darted a glance between him and Jax.

“I’m leaving town with Angel in a few hours,” Jax said. “You guys will have this honeymoon haven all to yourselves for at least a week, trust me.”

“Why are you here then?”

“Got a wedding gift for you guys.”

“Oh.” That was all I could say. My mind raced ahead of me with all kinds of possibilities. One might equatewedding giftwith a picture frame or a bread maker.

I knew better.

Rafe stepped closer, and his fingers flexed around my throat. My spine went rigid, my neck an elongated picture of submission in the circle of his hand. There was something reverent about his hold as his thumb swept the side of my neck in a caress that aroused. He planted his lips on mine in a kiss so brief and light that it was a mere tease. I swallowed a growl of frustration.

“Turn around, baby.”

I did as told, and Rafe pushed me toward a dark couch, color undetectable in the shadows of night, and bent me over the arm. He grabbed the bottom of my dress, and that was when I remembered his specific alterations to the back of my gown, designed to bare my ass. At the time, I’d figured he’d done it because he wanted easy access on our wedding night.

Now, I wasn’t so sure.

With Jax loitering in the living room, and Rafe pinning up the back of my dress, making the chill of nighttime drift across my ass, I was certain his plans for me were more nefarious.

The quiet pad of footsteps sounded, and Jax came fully into view. In his hands, he held a white paddle riddled with holes.

White for the theme of a wedding gift.

Holes for the promise of pain.

Apprehension collected in my throat, even as the space between my thighs flooded with warmth. “You’re gonna paddle me?” I asked, glancing at Rafe from over my shoulder.

“No, Jax is.”

My mind screeched in protest, but as Rafe yanked me up by the shoulders and spun me around, I couldn’t get a word out. I stumbled back a few feet, my backside completely bare and exposed to Jax’s gaze. I’d been naked in front of him before. I’d been naked in front of a lot of people. I’d even been beaten by men other than Rafe, and Jax had been one of them.

But this was our wedding night.

Tears threatened, and I was reminded of the sharp pain my heart endured the first time he fucked me.

His anger.

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