Page 76 of Toxic Revenge: Part Two

How the fuck had she talked me into this?

I picked up my belt again, slapping the backs of her thighs with the well-worn leather. She cried out, her perfume intensifying. I was in a cloud of cranberries and roses, but I wasn’t satisfied yet. I wouldn’t be until her slick drenched the waterproof lounger fabric.

When someone ventured out here tomorrow, they were in for a surprise. Oh well.

“Please fuck me,” Talia begged breathlessly.

I chuckled. “Don’t worry, you’ll get my cock if you behave. But only when I’m ready to give it to you.”

Chapter

Twenty-Six

TALIA

I hadn’t expected the belt.

Sure, I’d known he was wearing one, but I hadn’t thought he would fold it over in his hands and use it to spank me.

Not that I was complaining. But I might have been a little less bratty if I’d realized he’d be using more than just his hands to discipline me. I still had to put my dress back on and sneak through a few more backyards after this.

The belt came down hard on the backs of my thighs again and I yelped. My fingers clasped each other desperately as I tried my best to keep them behind my back, my cheek resting on the flat lounger.

West’s wet hand caressed my skin to soothe the burn. His fingers dipped between my legs, teasing up my inner thighs as I spread them wide for him.

“So needy. Your pussy is begging for me, but we’re just getting started.”

He brought it down a few more times, and each of my shouts were louder than the last. The impact of the belt on my wet skinkept me teetering on the edge of pleasure and pain. My pussy throbbed, and my cheeks heated more with every strike, until I started to squirm.

That was when he gave me a break and I relaxed, my body going limp. My hands were sweating from the humidity and pleasure-pain. Keeping them clasped behind my back was increasingly close to impossible.

I couldn’t give up. I believed him when he said he would get me back into my clothes without soothing the ache in my core.

West crouched beside me and brushed a wet strand of hair from my face. “How was that?”

“I can handle it,” I promised, readjusting my arms behind my back.

“That wasn’t the question. I asked how it was, not if you could handle it.”

When I shifted awkwardly again, trying to get a better grip with my hands, he tapped my forearm. “You can drop your arms while you answer, little omega.”

I let them down with a small sigh of relief and propped myself up on my forearms. “The belt hurts a lot more than anything else I’ve been spanked with.”

Mercer had used a paddle, but the pain hadn’t been as targeted as the belt was. The experience was different—though not in a bad way.

“I’ll stick to just my hands then,” West promised, starting to push himself to standing.

“No, wait.” I grabbed his arm with a shake of my head. “I like it.”

He paused, taking my hand in his and kissing my palm. “If that’s the case, tell me what safe word you used with the others.”

“Watermelon.”

“I’ll be careful with you, but use the safe word if I go too far.”

I stopped him from standing once again, leaning forward to claim his lips in a kiss. God, I loved these men. We fit together like we were made for each other—they should have been my scent matches. My mates from the start.

And of course, our bedroom compatibility was only the tip of the iceberg.

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