Page 61 of Shattered Diamonds

“You are only going to make it worse for yourself.”

Whack!

“One!” I scream. “Why?”

“That’s three. I thought I was marrying an educated woman. You did say you were educated, correct?”

“Asshole,” I mutter under my breath. “Why are you doing this?”

Whack!

“Two,” I holler as my ass jiggles from the force of his hand.

“Four, Haven. That’s number fucking four.”

“Fuck you, Demetri. Fuck you and the power trip you’re fucking on.”

“Oh, I plan on it, Haven. You can bet this red ass on it, too.”

Whack!

“Five,” I cry out, tears now springing to my eyes. “I would never marry a man that would do this to me. Let me go!” I jerk, trying to turn and face him, but I can’t because he has his big hand between my shoulders holding me in my spot.

“Did your hand just leave that window, Haven?”

Fuck.

“No!”

The pressure at my back disappears just as I hear the zip of material. I turn my head to look over my shoulder only to see my ass sticking out like a throbbing sore thumb. In one swift, lightning speed move, Demetri whips his belt through the loops of his pants. He quickly folds it in half and slaps it across his palm with a snap just as his eyes lock with mine.

“Sir!” I yell getting ready to run. My hands are seized and twisted behind my back and within seconds—and with a skill I’ve never seen before—he has his leather belt weaved around my wrists forming makeshift handcuffs.

A moment later, it hits me. I have become his prisoner. He is locked and loaded with a lethal palm.

“Sir, don’t do this.”

“Oh, now it’s sir, is it?” His fingers grip the leather of the belt and gives it a jerk. “Did you think it was a joke when I asked you to refer to me as sir or my given last name?”

“I…” My thoughts vanish. I’m so caught up in my emotions.

“Cat got your tongue, Haven?” His fingers wrap around my upper arm. He turns me towards the couch and pushes my chest down to lay against the back. I struggle to get free but it’s meritless. “Back arched. Ass up. Legs spread.” He places his hand between my shoulders and pushes me down when I start to lean up. “Push your ass out, Haven. Let me see those pretty pink lips that are slick with your cum from earlier.”

“Sir, I’m not—”

Whack!

I cry out. The tears that have subsided from my self-inflicted belief of physical inadequacy from just moments before has resurfaced, only now they are simply hurt feelings that flow. The sting from his hand is painful, but there is also a heat that radiates through the scorched area. I feel my inner walls contract and release, the silk moisture of my arousal slicking my lips. I squirm in my spot, needing to move. The sensation so unfamiliar until recently, until Demetri. His hand comes down again with even more force. The sound of his flesh meeting mine, vibrating through the room, is devastating and dare I say… stimulating. I cry out once again, my head dropping to the padding on the back of the couch as I lose strength and falsely my self-worth. Because I… I think I like this.

Why do I find this arousing?

I should find this disturbing, not stimulating, but I do. If I didn’t, I would fight him, right?

“S-Six.” I fumble over the simple one syllable word.

“Seven, firefly. That’s number seven.” His palm rubs over my tender skin. His voice is gruff, harsh with arousal when his finger enters me. “Fuck. You are so damn sexy.” He squeezes my fiery skin. “You will be my wife, Haven. You will wear my ring. You will carry my last name and my children when I think the time is right. And not because you have thick hips, which for the record, I plan on bruising with my unforgiving hands when I thrust inside you from behind. I will protect you, Haven, when others didn’t. I will give you a real life where you thought you had one before. And I will gift you a world to find yourself in when all you have ever been is stagnant in a home that has failed to let you educate yourself in life. Your life.”

I can’t help the sobbing moan that leaves me. I’m delirious with arousal and emotionally wrecked by his words. His declaration is a freight train running through my head. My upper thighs become slicker from a craving I can’t rationalize. My legs start to shake, and my knees begin to buckle. I bite my lip and try to hold in my vocalized desire.

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