Page 114 of The Scandal You Started
He snagged on to it like a frenzied, starved shark, the edges of his vision clouded with a bloodthirsty fusion of lust and humiliation.
“Is that so?” he snarled.
Her eyes danced. “I knew you couldn’t do it.”
Well…there went the last of his good sense.
With an irked growl, he tucked his fingers into the band of her shorts and underwear and tore them down her thighs to her knees. It wasn’t lost on him that she pushed her hips back, making it easier for the fabrics to glide down, but he didn’t waste time dwelling on it.
He swung his hand up. “You will think twice before doubting me again.”
Slap!
The sharp, obscene sound of skin hitting skin harmonised with Rayna’s loud, strangled gasp, her body jerking forward, her hands clutching fistfuls of the bedding. Pink blossomed so prettily under her golden skin on one plump cheek.
Arousal flooded Dominic’s head in such a rush that his eyes burned and vision swam. He gulped thickly.
That is my handprint.
He’d left a handprint on her. He’d never done that to any woman before.
It was awful. It was horrifying.
At least that’s how it should have felt.
But his dick, heart, and head pulsed in anagain, again, againrhythm, and it sent his hand smacking across her other cheek. Harder.
“Fuck,” she groaned, her face scrunching in a stunning look of pleasure and pain.
Oh, his wicked woman was enjoying herself.A lot.
It didn’t shock him exactly, but maybe it surprised him the way she pushed her backside up rather than trying to edge away. Maybe it grated too that it didn’t seem like much of a consequence anymore. But fucking Neves did it excite him.
She clearly wanted more. And he desperately wanted to give it to her.
“Look at you, you dirty vixen,” he purred hoarsely.
Slap.Her jaw came apart, and he shuddered.
“You’ve gone awfully quiet.”
Slap.She whimpered, and the power it unleashed encouraged him to slip away into these new, coarser, baser instincts.
“Do you no longer wish to taunt me?”Slap.“Do you have no words to mock me with?”Slap.“Aren’t you going to try to disobey me?”Slap!
Rayna’s cries grew stifled as Dominic’s voice and spanks grew rougher.
“You drive me insane with your refusal to listen.”Slap!“You insolent little witch.”Slap!“How dare you?”Slap!“How dare you argue with me?”Slap!“How dare you try to meet Jake again?”Slap!“How dare you claim thatyou are not mine?”
His palm stung, but he spanked the same side of her rump in three quick successions.
“Dominic,” she shrieked, her body wound as tight as a bowstring.
He slumped forward, letting go of her neck to bury his fist in the blanket. Breathing hot and heavy, he lowered his face to the side of hers and gobbled up the sight of her.
Bloody woods, she was beautiful. Flushed and trembling and boneless. Struggling for air as bittersweet pain bowed and lifted her brows. She couldn’t keep her liquid eyes open and focused. And it was the prettiest sight he’d ever seen.
She was an otherworldly kind of erotic, and he was drugged with the fascination that getting spanked by him had done that to her. It made him wonder if this was how treasure hunters felt when they stumbled upon a new discovery. This scorching fever that felt more addictive than opium. That made his pulse thrum so hard with thrill, he could have soared off the ground, and yet somehow, at the same time, he felt too weak to move.
