Page 115 of Filthy Royal

“Then tell me what I want to know, and this will all end.”

“You need to leave while you still can.”

His scowl deepened. “I see we’ll be starting this next round of interrogation with another spanking. And not the good kind. Plus, I should warn you. This time, we’re not stopping until you’ve told me everything I want to know. I’m done playing.”

Scarlett strained against the chains, but with nowhere to run, she could only snarl as one hand tangled in her hair and the other cupped her throat.

“Your resistance ends now.” He pushed her head down, guiding her cheek toward the smooth hide of his leathers as the taming device did its job, swelling every sensitive tissue and making her clit pulse.

She tried to resist, her neck pushing back against the force of his hold.

“That’s right, Scarlett. Fight me.” Damien taunted. “Let’s see how much you can take before you break.”

“Screw you.” But she was no match for his strength, particularly with her wrists locked in manacles.

Her body tipped forward, leaving her no choice but to steady her cheek against his thigh, her mouth a hairsbreadth from the huge, covered bulge laying hard and thick against his thigh.

His hold tightened, pinning her cheek against the cool fabric of his leathers.

The vulnerability of her position hit hard, especially when she felt the cool air against her ass and recalled that he’d already split her panties, leaving her in tattered scraps of fabric that did nothing to hinder his view.

Worse, thanks to the low vibration of the taming chain and her earlier reaction to his kindness, she was once again a sopping, needy, slick mess.

“Fuck.” The shudder that ran through him confused her more. “Look at you. Fucking glistening with slick. All the rest might have been a lie.” His thigh tensed against her cheek. “But this… you can’t pretend this away.”

The scent of leather, ice, and power filled her lungs, and she hated him—and herself—even more for the way her pussy clenched, aching for him.

Still, she had her pride. “You have no idea what’s real, and if you continue to touch me like this, you never will.”

“Does Kadon punish that smart little mouth? Because you’re about to learn exactly who you’re dealing with now—and it’s not the Damien you remember.”

The heat of the chain disappeared, and she sucked in a relieved breath, until he spoke again.

“And this time, you’ll take your punishment without the taming chain to lessen its impact.” Crouching over her, his hand glided over the chain. Then to the curve of her bottom.

The vibrations ended, but there was no relief.

The bastard really intended to spank her. And this time, it would not just be a few light taps. Worse, her body was already preparing, slick creaming her thighs.

“Such a filthy little omega. Getting all creamed up for her punishment.”

Scarlett jerked against his hold but got nowhere, her cheek still pinned to his thigh.

How could this be the same male who’d covered her with the hides? Who’d cleaned her? Her fury intensified.

“Resistance won’t work. You know what it’s going to take to stop this.” He pressed her face harder into his thigh. “You know what you need to do to prevent this punishment from happening.”

“Fuck. You.” The darkness inside her surged. The ground shook.

She ignored it all, shifting from the hide beneath her knees to the cuffs keeping her wrists locked to the ground, her rage continuing to escalate.

How. Dare. He.

It was one thing to hate her, but to use her need against her, to twist what had once been so beautiful into this?

Her darkness flared, and the nearby chair crumpled. The crystal walls of both cages shattered—and the entire time, her gaze remained locked on the cuffs that chained her to the filthy floor.

She’d never been able to direct her abilities so specifically before.

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