With his harsh breaths on my ear, his body covering mine, I find myself hoping he does decide to punish me.
Still wanting to keep hold of the little pride I have left, I struggle beneath him even though I know there’s no way I’m getting out from under his body unless he wants me to.
And. I. Love. It.
I love the power this man has. The strength in every muscle. The brutality of his hands on my skin. God help me, but it’s a turn-on which is weird considering my past trauma.
Nikolas moves, and just as disappointment slithers into my chest, his hand comes down on my butt. Hard. The sting is sharp, making me cry out. I have no idea what happened to the gun.
Smack.
My eyebrows fly up, my mouth drops open on a startled gasp.
Smack.
My left buttcheek’s on fire after the third slap.
Smack.
He’s freaking spanking me?
Grabbing hold of the covers, I begin to struggle in earnest, but my efforts only earn me two more slaps on my butt.
There’s shame, because God help me, I love him spanking me, and that just all kinds of wrong, right? And there’s arousal, a hell of a lot. The two emotions blur, making tears jump to my eyes. “Get off me!” I shriek angrily.
Nicolas kicks my legs wide apart with one of his while his hand slips over my flaming buttcheek and between my legs.
“Fuck, moró.”
Hearing him call me babe in Greek has a needy whimper slipping over my lips.
“So wet for me,” he groans.
Clinging to the remnants of my pride while his fingers stroke around my entrance, causing more desire to flood my body, I whisper, “I still hate you.”
“You can hate me all you want, moró.” I hear his belt unbuckle, and my abdomen clenches hard with anticipation. “It won’t save you from being fucked raw.”
I hardly get to relish the feel of his hardness pressing against my opening when he roughly surges inside me. He stretches me until it’s painful. Then, with a desperate grunt, he pulls out, and entering me harder and even deeper than before, I realize he’s too big for me.
Holy shit.
I bite into the covers, letting out a muffled whimper as he takes me with a relentless and all-consuming pace.
“That’s it, moró. Take every inch of me,” he growls breathlessly when he’s finally all the way inside me.
His fist tightens in my hair, and my head’s yanked back again, the covers ripped from my teeth. His mouth finds my racing pulse, his teeth and lips branding my skin with his mark.
I feel impossibly full, his hard length stroking me ruthlessly. My abdomen clenches so tight, and it’s the only warning I get before an orgasm tears through me. The first by a man’s cock and not my vibrator.
Whimpers and sobs pour from me, the ecstasy as overwhelming as Nikolas is.
He doesn’t let up on his harsh pace, and I swear he’s determined to make me spontaneously combust with all the friction between my legs.
I didn’t lie to him when I said I’ve only been with one man, and that happened my senior year of school. This… Nikolas… it’s so intense and wild, I can’t think straight.
“Too much,” I whimper, a sob strangling the words.
A sharp slap stings my butt again, and while I shriek, Nikolas groans with pleasure, and hell, if it’s not the hottest sound I’ve ever heard.
“My woman…” Thrust. “…likes being spanked….” Thrust. “No wonder…” Spank. “…you keep testing me.”
Instead of telling him to go to hell, I moan, and my arousal makes me slick for him.
I think it’s safe to say I never stood a chance at winning this fight.
“So fucking tight and wet,” Nikolas’ voice rumbles, satisfaction warming the words. “Doesn’t feel like you hate me, moró. Not the way your pussy sucks me in, the way your arousal coats my balls.”
Holy. Shit.
His dirty words have more heat crashing through me like a tsunami.
His lips find my ear. “You fucking love this, don’t you?”
Unable to deny him, I nod while trying to salvage whatever pride I have left. “Still hate you.”
With savage thrusts, he creates a second heartbeat between my legs. “Oh, but you love my cock.”
Another orgasm tears through me, more potent than the first. I cry into the covers while my body spasms uncontrollably. Nikolas pulls out of me, and even though I’ve been fucked ruthlessly, I still mourn the loss of him inside me. But then I’m flipped onto my back, the towel’s yanked away from my body, and as my eyes focus on Nikolas’ dark towering body, he slams back inside me.
With his teeth bared, his hands burning into my skin as he squeezes my breasts, I almost drool from how freaking hot he looks with desire carved into every line on his way-too-handsome face.
Damn, the man has me naked while he’s still fully dressed.