He turned on me when I reached him. My foot rose rapidly, slamming into his groin before he could foresee the move. The moment he doubled over in pain, I lifted my knee, pegging him in the nose.
“You suck my dick, bitch,” I hissed, seething with anger that fueled my rage.
I turned, rushing toward the door, but he grabbed me by my waist, tossing me across the room to bounce on the bed. Landing in a haphazard heap in the middle of it, I fought to regain air into my lungs. I gasped as he stalked toward me with anger, his muscles bunching with excitement at the idea of hurting me.
His hands clenched and released as he pounced, capturing me before I’d recovered from being onto the bed. I struggled against him, witnessing the intensity of his eyes as he hovered over me, shaking in anger. He pushed his hand on my throat and held me trapped against the bed with his viselike grip holding my wrists and the other holding my oxygen hostage.
“You are going to regret that, woman,” he snapped coldly.
Torrin picked me up and placed me over his knees. One hand jerked my pants down seconds before the other landed on my ass violently. Shock echoed through my mind, and I screamed out while he spanked me painfully. I dug my nails into his leg, and he laughed darkly, still slamming his open palm against my ass. Moaning, I slowed my struggles as pleasure from his rough treatment registered. His hand paused while my ass lifted for the next strike, and my spine arched for him to land it against the red flesh of my ass. Fingers danced over the sore tissue, running slowly against the tingling skin that stung.
“Hurt me again in anger, and I’ll do more than paint your pretty ass red, you naughty little bitch. I enjoy your fight, but I’m not into pain. I’m into giving it and listening to pretty birds sing for more,” he growled, sliding his fingers through my clenching sex. I was more than turned on, which made me insane and unhinged, I was certain of it. “And you sing so pretty for me. Gods damn, you’re drenched.” He released me, pushing me off his lap onto the floor, smiling coldly as he peered down at me.
I turned toward him, fully intending to attack once more, but the sight of him cleaning my arousal from his fingers stopped me cold. It kindled a fire deep within me that rolled up to my nipples, pebbling them while it wrapped around them, sliding back down to flick across my clit until I shuddered. He smiled wickedly, watching my eyes growing hooded at the action. I could make out the hard muscle of his cock as he hissed, lowering his stare to where my thighs were slick with my heat.
He stood slowly, smiling as he made a sound like he’d tasted the rarest delicacy in the world. Hunching down, he pushed my wet hair behind my ear and sucked his lip between his teeth before releasing it.
“Fight it all you like, but you’re just like me. You’re a dark, twisted, sadistic bitch, and you enjoy me rough handling you. Lie to yourself if it helps you sleep at night, but your sex is soaked for me because it knows what I can give it. It wants what I can do, and so do you. You’re not a good girl. You’re a naughty one that craves someone who can bring you to your knees and break the thread of that fucking control you are forced to endure, day in and day out. It doesn’t make you weak. It makes you strong. Which is exactly why you’ve never met anyone stronger than you who could take your control and force you to submit,” he said huskily. Torrin grabbed my hair, but he didn’t pull it. Instead, he pushed it away from my face, tucking it behind my ear before he placed a soft kiss on my forehead. “Come, they’re waiting for us so we can head out before the storm reaches our location.”
He’d spanked me, punishing me before his touch had gentled. It confused me, leaving me pissed off and turned on. I wasn’t even sure what the hell had just happened other than he’d called me out, and he’d summed me up so hard that he’d reached in and withdrawn the truth from my soul.
No one had ever left me speechless or confused.