Page 23 of Beautiful Revenge

Moving fast, I fling the plate right at his head. He dodges out of the way but I use the other plate and drop it on his foot. He shouts and jumps around. It’s actually hilarious.

But I didn’t knock him out like I wanted to.

Oh well. This will just have to do.

I let out a laugh at the sight of his ridiculous jumping.

“You think that’s funny?” He grabs me around the waist and takes me into the living room where he shoves me over the back of the couch. And before I can even react, he spanks me.

Actually, honest to god, spanks me.

I go still and my laughter disappears. “What the hell?”

He spanks me again. The pain of it is excruciating but what hurts more is the humiliation. Finn is spanking me like I’m a troublesome child and not a grown woman who deserves respect.

“Stop!”

“You need to learn your lesson, princess.” Spank. “I’m in charge here.” Spank. “You will not beat me.” Spank.

Every hit hurts more than the last. I’m not even sure I’ll be able to sit down after this. That must be another form of torture for Finn – make me stand until I can’t stand any longer.

“You are a monster!” I scream, trying to wriggle away from him. It only serves to press my body against his. I instantly stop moving.

Finn finally relents and stops spanking me.

But he doesn’t back away. He keeps a firm hold on my waist. The position we’re in is an extremely vulnerable one. My bare backside to his front.

If he wanted to, he could rape me right now.

The thought makes my body turn to ice. I’m not sure if Finn senses that or not but he backs away.

I slump against the couch, catching my breath.

“Your ass looks good all red like this.”

“Fuck you.”

“You want me to fuck you? I’d be glad to do it. Take your body when no other man has ever done.”

I push myself upright with my shaky arms and face him head on. “Just stop toying with me. Either kill me or let me go.”

“That’s not how this game works, princess. I’ve barely scratched the surface of the fun we can have together. I’m not giving you up for anything. You’re my ticket to getting back at Dante.”

“He will find you eventually. You know he will. What are you going to do then?”

“I’ll kill him.”

“And if he kills you?”

“Then I can die knowing I went out with a bang. Can you say the same?”

I bristle. “I’ve done a lot with my life.”

“Like what? Getting your nails done? Going to the spa? Getting a facial?”

“You treat me like I’m vapid for putting effort into my appearance. But I’ve done a lot more than that in my life.”

“Like what?”

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