Monster A Dark Arranged Marriage Romance - Vanessa Waltz Page 0,32

chair, its frame adding black wings to Tony’s silhouette. He stretched out like a leopard. An impressive erection strained against his slacks, but he didn’t touch me. His arrogant smile teased heat into my cheeks.

“Not sure how I like you more.” His face glowed as he scooped my hanging breasts. “On your knees or like this.”

“Tony.”

“I love it when you beg, but I’m not done with you.” He shushed me and caressed my back. “I’m spanking you twenty times. You will count them, and thank me.”

“Thank you for hitting me?”

“Yes.” He playfully groped my ass. “Lose count, and I’ll start over.”

He couldn’t be serious.

“What for?”

“Visiting the clubhouse. Twice.”

His arm whirled, and my skin bloomed with pain. It was shockingly painful. A gasp forced from my clenched lips.

“O-one.”

He pinched my aching flesh. “Thank you, sir.”

I panted, nodding. “Thanks.”

These weren’t love taps. I would have bruises. I winced as the bite sank in my thighs.

“Don’t say thanks in that ungrateful tone,” he chastised, smacking my flank. “Say it properly.”

“Thank you, you crazy bastard.”

He hit me again, hard enough that I yelped.

I jumped forward, trembling. Pain burst across my raw flesh. He landed another blow, knocking the insult from my mouth.

“O-one,” I gasped. “Thank you.”

“Thank you, sir.”

“Thank you.”

“Evie, I need to hear the fucking word.” His cheek pressed against mine as he fisted my hair. “Say it.”

I shut my mouth.

Tony needed to dominate me, but I wasn’t ready to give him that. What piece of my independence would he take next? Holding onto my power was essential because submitting to Tony spelled disaster.

So did resisting him.

I wanted him to bend, but he had a steel of spine. He demanded my obedience, but I defied him. We were two forces of nature, butting heads, ill-matched.

“Sorry, Tony. You’ll have to do worse to make me call you sir.”

I heard the smile in his voice.

“Very well.”

He moved behind me and kneeled. The sound of his zipper sliced the air. He grunted, and then heat touched my pussy. His arm wrapped my waist as a broad pressure glided between my folds.

Oh my God.

My throat tightened.

“Tony! You can’t.”

The head of his cock nudged forward, threatening its invasion into the tight hole.

“Say it.”

I gritted my teeth. “I won’t!”

“I’ll take your cunt right now.”

I bit my lip against the ripple of arousal.

Tony groped my ass, kneading the sore skin. He swatted me. The crack it made bloomed warmth everywhere. The fierce smack no longer felt punishing, especially with him holding me still, cock poised to thrust.

God, I wanted it.

I could feel him spreading me open. My craving for him ignored common sense. I was tempted to poke him. Just to see how deep his darkness ran. Would he do it? When he shoved inside me, would I groan with pleasure, or scream in pain?

“Jesus Christ, Evie,” he said hoarsely. “Fucking say it.”

I won’t.

I almost screamed it, but then I glimpsed myself in the glass. Hands and knees on the floor. Naked. About to be fucked with a dozen men watching. Just like the club girls in the MC.

My pulse raced as I parsed it out.

I enjoyed this.

I’d imagined being taken roughly, but it never made my heart pound, my legs widen, my tongue pool with saliva. An instinct urged me to chase his cock. A wave of shock slammed into my head. All he had to do was push, and then he’d find out how badly I needed this.

I couldn’t.

“Hold on, Tony.”

“I don’t have a pause button, sweetheart. You know what you have to say.”

“O-one. T-thank you,” I gasped. “Sir.”

He stroked my burning flesh. “Good girl.”

I bristled.

Then a sharp blow knocked the defiance out of me. The burn spread over my cheeks as I counted and thanked him. My body was raw, desperately wanting.

If he wanted to fuck me, I wouldn’t resist.

“Twenty,” I burst, blinking away tears. “Thank you, sir.”

“On your back, Evie.”

I obeyed.

Tony hovered over me like an angry god. He grabbed my underwear from the floor. Then he shoved them in my mouth, pushing the ball behind my teeth. I choked on the invading sensation. Then he smiled and kissed my cheek.

Tony kneeled, fisting his cock. My tongue watered with an absurd urge to pull it into my mouth, to satisfy him the way he’d pleasured me, but the movement of his hand moving up and down his cock was hot as hell.

I was mesmerized by him. Enthralled by his touch. He’d done something to release me from the worry clogging my brain. He jerked himself with soft,