Page 33 of Beautiful Secrets
My heart gives an odd little thump at the sound of his rough voice.
“Excuse me?”
He beckons me with a crooked finger, and then points at the tiles by his feet.
“Kneel.” He lifts his hands, fingers spread, and curls his pinkie finger down.
I lick my lips. Glance at the door.
“I’d think about this carefully, little rabbit. Because if you run again…”
The threat hangs in the air like the electricity of an approaching thunderstorm.
I don’t know if I can handle worse than whatever this is. And I am surethisis a blow job. That is why men want women on their knees, right? I’ve seen enough movies to know how it works.
While my mind races like a rat through a maze, my body switches into self-preservation mode and does as it is told.
As soon as my knees touch the tiles, he leans forward and murmurs, “Good girl, Mika.”
My cheeks turn hot. I lick my lips, and catch him glancing at my mouth.
Oh God. I don’t know if I can do this. What if I puke on him? That will just make him mad.
It is pitiful, really. If I hadn’t been forced to lead such a sheltered life, this would probably have been a breeze. I would know exactly what to do, what to expect, how to—
Cole’s hand snakes out and grabs the front of my tank top, twisting and yanking so hard—so fast—my gasp has barely left my lips before he has me stretched over his legs.
“What are you doing?” I yell out. I hold onto the side of the tub, trying to get to my feet, but he just grabs my hair and shoves my head down again.
Not toward his crotch, but next to his lap.
When he tugs down my boxers, everything suddenly makes sense. The ringing slap he gives my ass helps.
I howl out—part in pain, and part in outright indignation.
“This is what happens to bad girls.”
“Otyebis ot menya!”
He slaps me again. Shock courses through me as my ass cheek starts throbbing.
“Will you be a good girl from now on?”
“Kooshay govno!”
“Say it, Mika.”
Slap.
“Idi v zhopu.”
Slap.
I gasp. The pain is different now. It went from bright and stinging to dull and throbbing. I guess that’s because my ass is going numb.
Slap.
“Stop!”
