my back.
“Change places and see how it feels when I smack you.”
I was able to hear his deep chuckle. Oh, I was ready to claw out his eyes.
When he started again, bringing the belt down several times in a row, I tried to keep from screaming, but it was impossible. The yelp was strangled as well as high pitched. I had to wonder if anyone else heard me and would come to my rescue.
“Shush, little brat. If you can’t remain quiet, I’ll be forced to gag you.”
“Gag me?” I repeated like some chirping bird. “Are you serious?” Another involuntary and very loud moan escaped my mouth after the next four strikes.
I didn’t have to wait long to know he was very serious. Seconds later, he fisted my hair at the scalp, jerking back my head. “Open your mouth.”
“No.”
“Chloe. Do as I say.”
There was no sense in fighting him. I was exhausted, the fear having taken a toll. I did as he commanded, blinking away tears when he shoved my own panties into my mouth. Could anything be more humiliating? The heat continued to increase, the pain blossoming into an odd skittering of sensations. I refused to allow my emotions to get the better of me, blinking away the salty beads. I would get through this. I would survive this man.
And the horrible bastards hunting us.
When he resumed the discipline, I buried my face in the bedspread, twisting the fabric with my hands. I started to lose count after he gave me another round, my mind now shoved back to what had happened only hours before. Would I ever feel safe again?
The second he brushed his hand from one side of my bottom to the other, a sense of warmth careened into me, another jolt of electricity tingling my toes. That was the moment I caught a whiff of my feminine wiles as my pussy juice trickled down the insides of my thighs. Of course, he would be able to gather the scent as well. There would be no way to deny that I was excited.
By a spanking.
Disgusted with myself, I clenched my ass cheeks together until he slid the tip of a single finger down my crack.
“Are you wet, Chloe?” he asked, the deep-throated husk even sexier. “I think you are.” His breathing was heavy, and I was able to gather an intense whiff of the man. The combined scent of his aftershave mixed with his testosterone was intoxicating.
When he pulled my legs apart, sliding his hand between them, I beat my hands on the bed. Yet I was hot all over, aching to the point I could no longer think clearly. The man had a way of driving me to a frenzied point.
Nikolai slipped his fingers against my swollen folds and my body reacted involuntarily, my legs attempting to shut. He pulled them apart once again then patted me on the bottom. “Five more.”
With the two additional cracks, I let out a muffled whimper, my mind driven to all kinds of crazy, lurid, and filthy thoughts. This time as he brought the belt across my buttocks, the anguish morphed into a boosted desire, my mind riveted by the dirty scenes I had playing in it. The images were dark and dangerous, erotic as hell. No. No! I couldn’t want this. This wasn’t me. I was a good girl.
Then why are you so wet?
Three.
Four.
Five.
It was finally over, the humiliation and horror. I slumped against the bed, taking gasping breaths, wanting nothing more than to rip the damn silk and lace from my mouth. My pussy clenched and released several times. It was just another nasty reminder that the entire experience had turned me on. As I shifted back and forth, my scent became more intense. Even the way my nipples scraped against the horrible material did nothing but remind me how turned on I was.
Because of a mobster, the epitome of a bad boy. The words and thoughts were muddled in my mind, the heat and pain flashing across my bottom and the wetness between my legs deliriously evocative.
Repulsed.
Be repulsed.
I had to fight my feelings. Hell, I had to continue fighting, period. That’s why as soon as I heard him dropping the belt, I used the last bit of strength I had, scrambling onto my knees and almost managing to make it off the other side of the bed.
“Malen’kiy brat,” he huffed under his breath. After grabbing my hair, all he needed was a single yank, his brute force dragging