Page 75 of Never Die for a Sinner
With a loud crack, his hand connects with my ass, striking me. I gasp at the pain, surging in the binds as tears sting in my eyes.
“Did you just spank me?”
Levi’s lips are at my ear, his hand tugging my head back.
“You’re lying. Again.” His hand slides over the sensitive skin, and I clench my teeth, my breathing ragged. “You must not want some relief. If you think I won’t keep you here all night, wanting and begging to be fucked, you’re wrong.”
“Who says I want you to fuck me?” I growl, even if the evidence is plain for him to see.
“You haven’t told me to stop.”
I think if he did right now, I might succumb to the dark side and start a riot.
“I’m going to ask you again, Ava. Who are you so afraid of?”
“You.”
Again, his hand strikes my ass, right over the first mark. Pain erupts from the spot, but it’s theotherfeeling that slips through me that’s absolutely devastating.
I . . . like it.
Heat floods my core, and I groan, hoping he can’t see my thighs shaking with need.
Of course, he does.
“Never thought you’d be one to enjoy your punishment, Ava, but I can’t lie and say I’m not impressed.”
Another strike comes, and I mewl, leaning my forehead against my arm. My entire body is trembling with the effort to hold me up while I fight against the desire to push back against him.
“You like the sting of it,” he whispers against my ear. “You like how bad it feels. You hate that you want it, but you can’t ask me to stop because it’s got you so worked up, you’re ready to tell me the secret to life, aren’t you?” His voice is husky, and I get the feeling I’m not the only one enjoying myself.
As depraved and insane as this is, it’s also . . . freeing. Being out here where no one can hear me. Judging by the complete and total darkness outside the windows, I can scream as loud as I want.
That thought both terrifies me and turns me on.
“Please—”
“I know what you need, baby girl. You just have to cooperate. Your body is. Why can’t your mind?”
“Because you won’t understand,” I gasp, unable to hold the words back any longer. Tears leak from the corners of my eyes, and he rewards me with his fingers. Slipping between my folds,he swirls my wetness around lazily, circling where I need him so desperately.
“Tell me what I won’t understand,” he rasps, his fingers continuing to tease me. I shake my head, and he withdraws them. I cry out at the loss of him, my body teeming with desire. “You won’t get what you want if you don’t tell the truth.”
I could safeword, and this would end. I know he would untie me and put me on my feet. He would stop if I just asked him.
What does it say about me that I don’t want him to stop? That this is the most alive I’ve felt in years—maybe even my entire life.
“Tell me, Ava,” he says in my ear. “Who sent you?”
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
I can’t do it.
The fight leaves me, and I arch back into him when he tugs my head back.
“Last chance, sweetheart, before I sit down and watch you struggle. What do they want?”
I’m going to hate myself for this.
