a nameless mold, disorientating her until all she could think about was his hand on her body. The callouses on his palm which would leave their own bruises when he was done, the heat of his hand as he lingered almost reluctantly after each strike, the power of his body holding her down for repentance.
And Liam, her husband, the love of her life, watching her writhe on another man's lap.
She wriggled and moaned, pathetic sobs as he broke her down not only with the force of his punishing hand, which would leave his handprints on her ass for days to come, but because even through her tightly closed thighs, she dripped with wetness and heat, and it wouldn't be long before she left her evidence on the fabric of his trousers.
Her nipples swelled in the confines of her bra, inflamed and painfully erect. God help her, she wasn't supposed to feel this way.
Liam's cologne floated over her and melded with Kade's as every time he lifted his hand to spank her, tinged the air around her. But it was the other fragrance that drove her over the edge. Her senses had fused them into one, and maddeningly she inhaled it like an addict. Why was she doing this?
“Liam, please, please.” She raised her head to look up at her husband. Liam bent down on his haunches and tucked a few strands which had escaped her ponytail behind her ear. He wiped her tears away with his thumb.
She couldn't take any more. Her treacherous body had ruined her. And if Liam didn't order Kade to release her, she would never recover. Not ever from the magnitude of embarrassment she was going to experience.
The piercing whip of his palm, the way he executed each strike, hauled her out of her reality completely. Past the point where the blazing sting was only that, just pain. Now her head lolled, her heart raced to a different beat. She had stepped beyond the realm, taking the very hand Kade used to punish her as he pulled her further out of herself and into the delirious addictive space only Liam could have shown her before.
It was all so wrong.
She refused to accept that she recognized his technique, the flick of his wrist, the measured control he exerted. Liam spanked her that way. If she closed her eyes, she could imagine it was her husband over whose lap she lay, but it wasn't.
Liam was crouched right before her, filling her vision with his beautiful face, while another man, someone he knew better than he was letting on, someone who he had given a pass she didn't think any man would obtain, given how possessive he was over her, punished her. And she couldn't contain the flood of wetness seeping from her.
“Liam, please,” she whispered, and only he would understand the depth of her plea. She was too far gone now. If Kade didn't stop, her humiliation would be phenomenal. Liam had to make Kade stop.
“Kade,” Liam said and exchanged a look with the younger man she yet again failed to comprehend.
“No,” Kade said and struck his palm on her ass with shuddering strength, harder than any of the previous ones as if his punishment had taken on a deeper, more personal, level.
Oh God, make him stop. Please make him stop.
Her pussy pulsed with an aching need. She was going out of her mind; her control lay in meager strips scattered pathetically over the hotness of her ass. She wanted to die because this wasn't supposed to happen. How could she have let this happen?
“Now,” Liam said.
Please no, please no, please no.
“Fuck!” Kade roared behind her. She couldn't stop it. God help her.
Every breath of hers singled out into one instant moment. Kade ripped through the lace of her panties which he'd used to bind her knees together. He roughly parted her legs, his hand on her inner thigh scorching her very soul.
“Liam, no,” she cried. But it was too late for her. The moment Kade thrust two fingers into her swollen pussy, his thumb in direct contrast of gentleness on her clit, she convulsed. “No.” From her parched throat, her voice bordered on hysterical.
“Shh,” Liam soothed her, cupping her cheek, brushing her lip with his thumb while his chauffeur, a man she didn't think she could dislike more, did the same to her clit.
He cradled her pussy, his fingers deep inside her, scissoring inside her walls with maddening and debilitating skill. She tried ferociously to escape him,