Page 608 of Cheaters: A Dark Romance Anthology

Swack.

The sound echoes around the room before the sting ripples across my back. I jolt.

Swack.

Another hit lands lower, across my ass cheeks. I jerk forward, straining against the chain as I bite my bottom lip to keep from crying out.

“Is this what you really want?”

“More.” I’m a bad girl. I deserve it.

He hits me two more times. With each strike, the searing pain overtakes the darkness, pushing it away until all that remains is the present. Now. The pain. The burn.

Another crack lands low on my ass.

I cry out, seeing stars. “Again.” The word leaves my mouth on a moan.

Another swack of the towel echoes around us, but the sting never comes. I force my eyes open as Damien rounds my side. He hits his free hand with the towel. His eyes flash, dark and needy. Gone is the sweet man only I know. In his place is the man from his office. Dangerous. A beast barely restraining himself.

I should be scared. Instead, my body heats. My thick, hot arousal drips down my inner thigh.

“What did you do with my packages?”

I laugh, taunting him, needing to see the last thin thread of his control break. “Tell me all of your secrets, first.”

“Tsk, tsk, tsk,” he shakes his head, “you don't want to know.”

I tilt my chin up. “Then you don't get to know mine.”

“My little Lokelani,” he shakes his head, “this is the game you want to play? I bet if I were to check between your legs right now, you’d be soaked for this.”

I bite my bottom lip, pushing my thighs together even though I know he’s right.

“Is this what you’ve needed?”

“Yes.”

Swack.

Pain ripples across my chest. My head falls back as I cry out. An abrupt orgasm rips through my core, stealing my mind into quiet oblivion.

“So beautiful.” Damien’s whispered words lull me back. His eyes trace my body.

I glance down, trying to see what he does. Pink blisters mar my breasts from the last hit. The towel lays on the ground with my ruined dress and his boxers.

Too thin. The voices flood back in. I don’t remember the last time I ate a solid meal. I’m not beautiful. Not like him. Still, with his words, I lick my lips, already getting wet again.

Damien rips open a condom and rolls it onto his hard, thick length. He strokes himself twice before tossing the wrapper on the ground with everything else. Tracing his hands up my torso, he grasps my breasts in his palms. I cringe from the sting. Leaning down, he licks the pink wound, soothing the pain as he sucks my pebbled nipple into his mouth. I moan, sensations once again taking over, banishing my thoughts.

Dropping to his knees, he trails his tongue along my torso, swirling it around my belly button. “So beautiful.”

I moan.

His hands trail farther south as he places delicate kisses along my stomach.

“No.” I squeeze my thighs together, pulling against my chains and jerking away from him.

Damien smiles up at me. “You can't fight me, Kalena.”

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