whimpers as he tugged my jeans down even further, taking his time to brush his fingers along the inside of my leg.
I could hear his ragged breathing, the scent of his testosterone almost as strong as the fragrance of my pussy. I was wet and hot all over, barely able to contain my breathing. There was no doubt trickles of juice were slickening the insides of my thighs. This went beyond humiliation. I was utterly mortified.
His scattered breathing continued and when he stopped again, daring to slide the tip of a single finger down the crack of my ass, I was unable to stop a moan from erupting.
“Oh, God…”
“You’re wet,” Mustang said oh-so quietly, as if saying the words shoved the incident into something else entirely.
“I…” The damn words were stuck in my throat.
The growl he emitted sent another wave of shivers down to my toes. I could almost envision what he wanted to do to me. “Ten more,” he stated with the kind of commanding voice that refused to be denied.
“Asshole,” I whispered, although every expletive crossed my mind.
“Yep. You’ve pegged me.”
Crack!
The sharp slap was even more brutal than before, the strap catching me across my sit spot. “Fuck! Damn, that hurts.”
“Looks like a little lady needs her mouth washed out with soap.” He brought the belt down four times in rapid succession, the pain almost blinding.
I gritted my teeth, doing everything I could to keep from cursing a blue streak. The entire situation was unreal, my eyes stinging from my attempt to keep from crying. I would not allow the man to see me cry. He wouldn’t break me even in a tiny way. But as he brought down the last five strikes, there was no holding back my wails.
“Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh!”
My mind in a daze, my body tingling all over, I was barely aware when he drew me to my feet, struggling to open my eyes. His were like mesmerizing lagoons of gorgeous water, peaceful and inviting.
Then he opened his mouth.
“You did very well. All your sins are forgotten, but I damn well better not catch you breaking the law again or you won’t be able to sit down for a week.”
That was the last straw. Managing to give him a butter-wouldn’t-melt-in-your-mouth smile, my reflexes took over once again. The hard cracking sound as my hand smacked against his chiseled face echoed more than my screams had. Immediately shocked at my actions, I gasped.
The force was just enough his head was tossed to the side. He opened his mouth, twisting his jaw before rubbing it with his fingers. When he pushed me hard against the wall, knocking the wind out of me, not a sound erupted from my throat. But when he lifted my arms, his fingers digging into my wrists, a single whimper escaped past my lips.
“That wasn’t nice,” he muttered, struggling to take several shallow breaths.
“I never said I was a nice girl.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.” Mustang crushed his mouth over mine, immediately thrusting his tongue inside.
I was taken aback, my body arching to get closer to him. Then I started to struggle, trying desperately to free my arms. That simply wasn’t going to happen. He held me fast as the kiss turned into a passionate roar, his tongue dominating mine as he explored the dark recesses of my mouth.
It seemed all time stood still as the kiss continued, my heart racing and every cell in my body on fire. Within seconds, I felt myself melting in his arms, the taste of him far too sweet. When he finally broke the kiss, his growl like a wild beast hungering for his prey, I closed my eyes. He took his time brushing his lips across my jaw then down to my neck, licking and nipping my skin.
“Goddamn, you taste heavenly,” he murmured then licked down the length of my neck, dragging his tongue into the cleft of my breasts.
Stars floated in front of my eyes as he ground his hips against mine, the feel of his throbbing cock only adding fuel to the bursting embers. My mouth watered to taste him, to have every inch of his thick cock inside my mouth.
My pussy.
My ass.
The thoughts were sinful and filthy, erasing every rational thought. I continued to wiggle in his hold, fighting to get to him, longing to crawl my hand down his tight stomach until I could stroke his shaft.
He lifted his head, the look in his eyes carnal. “I want you. You are