Page 39 of Born in Depravity

I palmed her tit and she sucked in a deep breath.

“Just remember,” I said softly. “You earned this punishment.”

Her eyes sprang open and I maneuvered around so she was lying face down over my lap.

I palmed her ass and she held still.

I adjusted myself.

“Do you know what the sight of you is doing to me?” I asked. I slapped my hand down her ass, loving the way the skin heated and blushed.

She let out a small gasp.

I smacked her ass again.

“What are we never to do?” I asked, knowing she wouldn’t answer me.

She cried out when I spanked her three more times.

“Never try to leave, princess. This is nothing more than a spanking. But you pull something like this again, and when I catch you—because I will always catch you—these will feel like nothing more than love taps.”

I spanked her other cheek, letting it turn as red as the first one.

She squirmed and cried, kicking her legs out, as if that would help.

I kept spanking her, until only the sound my hand made when it connected to her supple flesh and her cries filled the room.

She tried to push herself off. I grabbed her waist and held her still, as I kept on.

Her ass was hot and red and my dick was so fucking hard, it was getting painful.

I gave her three more smacks on each cheek before moving my hand in between her crease.

She stilled and I groaned.

Fuck, she felt like heaven.

I couldn’t wait to explore more of her.

“You know, my brothers and I always shared a woman,” I said. I didn’t know why I said it to her—or, fuck, I did know.

We were going to share her.

Damien thought of her as nothing more than a pawn for us to declare war on that slimy weasel that was her father, but why couldn’t it be both?

She panted on my lap, crossing her legs. That only worked to trap my hand firmly where it was.

I moved up and down the crease, and her breathing became more labored.

She was fucking wet.

“So fucking responsive to me. We’re going to own you, princess. Share you. I will get every single piece of you that you are willing to give and even the ones you aren’t, you get me?”

I moved my hand to her clit.

She let out a small whimper.

“My beautiful, broken doll,” I said softly.

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