Page 43 of Deadly Wrath

“Three!” Her voice cracks, and fuck, that does something to me.

“Good fucking girl,” I praise, my hand lingering, kneading the soft flesh beneath my palm. She shudders but doesn’t pull away. It’s obvious she wants more, even if she’s too stubborn to say it.

“See,Sirena? Obedience looks good on you.” My hand comes down again before she can throw some smartass response at me. Each slap lands harder than the last, and each reaction is more desperate than the one before.

By the time I get to eleven, she’s bucking against my lap like she can’t help herself, and it’s driving me out of my fucking mind.

“T-twelve,” Liv stutters, her voice breaking halfway through as a moan escapes. My grip on her hair tightens. I can feel the tension in her body, and my restraint is hanging by a fucking thread.

My fingers tangle in her hair, yanking her head back just enough to force her still. “Keep counting,” I growl, my free hand gliding over the curve of her ass before coming down again.

Spank.

“Thirteen!” she cries out, louder this time. Her voice is shaky and dripping with something she can’t hide anymore.

I take my time, letting my hand slide down her curves before landing another slap.

“Fourteen!” Her hips rock against me. My jaw tightens, and I breathe slowly through my nose, trying to rein it in. But fucking barely.

“Last one,” I mutter, leaning down until my lips brush her ear. “Make it good for me,Sirena.”

Spank.

This one is the hardest yet; the sting of my hand meeting her skin makes her gasp and archagainst me at the same time.

“Fifteen,” she moans, her voice breaking as her whole body shudders.

She goes limp on my lap, chest rising and falling against my legs with ragged, uneven breaths. I let my hand slide slowly over her raw, burning skin, feeling the way she twitches beneath my touch.

I smirk, roughly gripping her hip, holding her exactly where I want her. “You can lie all you want, but your body doesn’t know how.” My fingers skim lower, barely brushing the inside of her thigh, just enough to make her squirm and fuck me, she’s soaked. “Dripping down your legs,Sirena. You feel that?”

She refuses to answer. Stubborn as hell.

I chuckle, dragging my teeth along the shell of her ear. “Bet if I spread these pretty thighs, I’d find an even bigger mess, wouldn’t I?”

“You think I enjoyed that?” she lies through her teeth.

I cock my head, my fingers teasing along her pussy lips, just enough to make her writhe. “You can say you didn’t, but this—” I press my knuckles against her clit, just the lightest pressure— “tells me a different story.”

She stiffens, mouth opening like she’s about to spit another denial or sarcastic remark. “W-what? I’m n—”

“Don’t you fucking dare,” I cut her off, delivering a sharp tap to her pussy.

Her glare sharpens. “Fuck you.” She spits the words like it’ll hurt my feelings, but I catch the way her thighs part, giving me more access.

“Sirena,” I murmur, still running my finger up and down her soaked pussy, watching her struggle to keep still. “I can see how bad you want to.”

Her body betrays her before she even speaks. Her hips shift forward, chasing friction. My restraint is hanging by a fucking thread.

She gasps when I move my hand away, but before she can whine about it, I grab my Glock from the bed. “Stop fucking grinding that sweet fucking cunt on me, Liv.” I press the cool metal against the inside of her thigh, watching her shiver. “I swear to fucking God, if you don’t, I’ll fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk tomorrow.”

I flip her off my lap, her back hitting the mattress with a bounce. Her tongue darts out, wetting her lips. She’s fighting herself, trying to keep control, but she’s slipping. I can see it in the way her eyes flicker with something between defiance and primal fucking need.

I settle between her legs, taking my sweet fucking time. She spreads for me without being told, and that’s when I know she wants this just as bad. Liv wants to be pushed and played with. And fuck, it’s enough to makemy cock throb with the kind of hunger that borders on savage.

I drag the barrel down her soaked pussy, slow enough to tease but hard enough to make her twitch. She’s already dripping, and I make sure the metal catches every bit of it. Then I shove the tip inside her, to stretch her tight cunt and make her squirm.

Tu sarai la mia morte.

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