Page 91 of The Secret of Pain

“I get bitten?” I ask, leaning in and licking the seam of his mouth.

That’s all it takes for him to pick me up and walk us the few steps to the couch where he sits with me across his lap, my ass high in the air, my head practically hanging by his thigh. My ass is bare, no underwear, no bra, just a billowy shirt that offers zero protection from his large, calloused hands.

“What are you doing?” I squeal as I try, though not very hard, to get out of his grasp.

Gathering a handful of hair in one hand, he pulls it to the side and tells me, “Watch me punish you.”

Memories of Kain punishing me with his tongue flash across my mind. My males love to think that making me come is a punishment. Silly, boys.

With his other hand, he pulls down my shirt until my arms are held prisoner by the cuffs. Making quick work of the material, he knots my wrists together and warns me, “That’s because you defy me.”

Wetness crawls down my thighs. His voice, the low baritone of his desire for me, caresses my skin with each syllable.

Taking a deep breath in, he chuckles. “You’re wet, princess. My little warrior likes to be tied up and helpless,” he taunts, firing me up with words that paint me as weak. I’ll show him weak.

Arching my back to jump off his lap, I feel the first sting of his large, calloused hand. Slap. And it hurts so good. My ass cheek flames with the sudden, harsh contact.

“That’s because you dare talk back to me when all I want is to protect you.”

I’m panting, fighting my natural urge to demolish the threat and my sudden desire to beg for more.

Roman slides his palm across my burning cheek, down between my globes, and dips a finger inside my pussy, growling when all he finds is my warm juices. I’m so turned on right now, I couldn’t hide it even if I wanted to. And I don’t ever want to hide my need from Roman.

I’m practically purring as his finger thrusts deep inside me that I don’t register the second contact.

Slap.

Oh, mother of all that is carnal, I want to rub myself on his thigh, brand him with my scent but mostly get some friction on my clit. I want to come so badly already; I can almost feel the pain of it. Roman chuckles, widening his stance, so my pussy is no longer touching him.

I growl, turning my head to look at him, my eyes warning him that I can only take so much before I fight back. “That’s because you taunt my inner wolf when I’m trying to be reasonable,” he says, two fingers sliding inside my pussy, curling until he finds that sweet spot that makes me jump, makes me want to cry out.

And I do cry out. I scream from the lack of friction. From the need to come. From the loss of sanity every time he touches me so briefly.

When his fingers slip out, he makes eye contact with me and brings his dripping wet fingers to his mouth, sucking on them and lapping up every drop of my juices.

“That’s because I love the way you taste.”

Next thing I know, he alternates cheeks as he spanks me like an errant child, fueling my cries and rubbing his palm on the sore spots for his punishing pleasure.

When he stops, I’m a blubbering, fidgety mess with only one need. To come. Now. I need the release or my sanity will forever escape me.

“I believe you owe me an apology, princess,” he whispers, his hands deadly still.

“For what?” I breathe out, but he doesn’t answer me. Sliding one finger up the slit of my pussy, he doesn’t stop until he reaches the crease of my ass and circles that puckered hole.

Did I say I was losing my mind back there?

No, this was going to put me over the edge of sanity. “Apologize and I’ll let you come,” he murmurs, almost crooning like I’m a wayward child that needs to be chastised.

But I really want to come so I give in to his demands. “I’m sorry. I’m so…so…oh my Fates!” Pushing his thumb into my ass and hooking two fingers inside my pussy, he brings his thigh back underneath my clit and allows me to rub myself to orgasm as he fucks me with his fingers.

“That’s my princess, come for me. Give me your pleasure,” he croaks, his voice telling me he’s just as affected by this little scene as I am.

Within seconds, my back arches and I throw my head back on a scream that can probably be heard for miles around us. Roman doesn’t relent, he fucks me harder, plunges deeper until he can no longer take the sight before him. He picks me up, throws me on the couch, my wrists still tied behind me, and in one smooth move discards his clothes so he’s completely naked and hard as a fucking hammer.

I lick my lips at the sight of him. Big and thick. Tall and wide. He’s the epitome of maleness, the reason females desire alphas. And he’s all mine.

With my lip trapped between my teeth, I clench my thighs together. Fuck me, he shouldn’t be allowed to be this hot. Roman kneels on the couch and then picks me up, facing me away from him, and impales me on his steel-hard cock from behind. His arm wraps around me, and he puts his hand against my throat, pulling me up so my back is against his chest while he fucks me.

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