Page 85 of Devious Corruption
“So, we agree. I’m going to work.”
Lev’s eyebrows are so high up I think they might get lost in his thick hairline. I love his hair. The way it casually falls over his face when he’s working on his computer in his office. And the way he slicks it back with his fingers when he gets out of the shower.
“Who said anything about that?” He’s standing in the doorway of the closet, bare chested with only his slacks on, getting undressed.
“You did. On the way back from Alexander’s place I mentioned going to work.”
“You mentioned it, I didn’t say it was goingto happen.”
“Lev.” I square up to him, remembering how confident Elana had been when she faced off with her brother. Keep it clean, simple. Tell him what’s happening then walk away.
That’s the key. Getting away before he can counter me.
“I’m going to work, Lev. Do whatever you need to do to get used to the idea. Mope, scowl, beat your chest, whatever, but understand I’m going.” There. Well said.
I only make it three steps before his tree trunk of an arm snakes around my waist, picking me up off the ground.
“It seems you’ve gotten the idea that you’re the one making decisions around here.” His voice vibrates against my ear.
His breath is warm against my cheek. Like his bare chest that’s pressed up against my back.
“It’s my job!” I struggle against his grip, knowing full well I’m going nowhere unless he allows it.
“And this is mine,” he put me down on my feet, spinning me to face him.
With both hands he pushes the hair from my face, staring down at me with wildfire in his eyes.
“W-what’s your job?” I’m barely able to put the words in a straight line while he’s looking at me like this. Like’s a lion getting ready to devour his prey.
“Making sure you’re safe.” His strong hands grab hold of my jeans, working the button open. “Making sure you remember your place.”
He yanks the zipper down and slides his hands inside.Warm skin sends electricity skittering over my body as he glides his hands into the elastic of my panties and around to my hips before shoving my clothes down. He dips his head, kissing me deeply.
I part my lips, half ready to object to his manhandling and half willingly participating in the manhandling. He takes the opportunity to push his tongue through, finding mine and deepening the kiss. His moan matches mine when his fingers find my pussy wet and ready for him.
“Fuck, little warrior. I’ve barely touched you yet,” he says against my mouth. “And you still have a whole lesson to get through before I can make you feel good.”
I pull back, his words jolting me from the erotic haze he’s created.
“Lesson?”
A grin worthy of the sexiest of villains pulls his lips upward. In the next moment, he’s seated on the bed and I’m lying face down over his thick, muscular thighs.
“Lev!” I throw myself toward his knees, trying to roll off of him, but there’s no use.
I’m anchored in place by his arm wrapped around my waist, holding me to him. My ass, bare thanks to the mind-altering manhandling, is hoisted up higher as he repositions his knee.
“Are you ready?” He rubs his palm in a circular motion across my ass, warming the skin. Readying it for what he’s going to do to me. Punish me.
He’s going to punish me, lying over his lap like some bratty little girl.
“No!” I try to shove up again and am met with a sharp slap across the bottom of my ass.
His hand strikes me again and again, spreading heat across my entire ass while a whole different sort of fire erupts between my legs.
“If you want to talk about something, we’ll talk,” he says, spreading the spanks lower to where my thighs meet my cheeks. It’s a whole new sort of pain. “This whole thing you do of getting preemptively mad and try to start a fight instead of having a conversation is done.”
My right leg slips off and he readjusts my body, pressing his knee through my now spread legs.
