He was like a giant in every aspect, perfectly fitting the Adonis appearance. As he made several guttural noises, I realized he was growling.
Like a beast in the wild!
Holy shit, the man was serious.
The second he slid his hand down my back, the tingles shifted into overdrive, shooting straight into my pussy. Within seconds, I was mortified as I caught a whiff of that very desire he was talking about. I could already feel a rush dampening my panties. This had shifted from bad to disastrous. Nothing good could come out of this, but his touch was warm and inviting, filling my mind with filthy, delicious thoughts.
This wasn’t me. I’d never had a one-night stand in my life. What was I talking about? I’d never even had a thirty-minute stand.
Kirill sucked on my tongue for several seconds before breaking the kiss, nipping my lower lip.
I jerked back, gasping for air. “I’m sorry. There’s been some misunderstanding.”
“So you were lying to me.”
“No. I mean… I was trying to be nice bringing you food, not suggesting anything else.”
I could tell by the blank look on his face that he either didn’t understand me or didn’t care.
His next words were finally the last straw.
“You need to learn a lesson in caution and in telling the truth. And I’m just the man to teach it to you. Then, moy malen’kiy ognennyy shar, I’m going to enjoy my dessert.”
The audacity of the man.
Finally, something kicked into my hapless brain, and I managed to rear back, issuing one hard punch to his jaw. Of course. His face was made of steel as well. Almost nothing changed, but the look in his eyes, a combination of fury and amusement. “Don’t call me your little fireball.”
He released his hold, rubbing his jaw, a huge grin crossing his face. Strangely, even when he smiled, he looked like a dangerous criminal.
I backed away, then sprinted around him toward the door. This time, he was on me in a flash, pushing me against the thick wood, planting both hands on either side as he crushed his full body weight against me, cutting off my air supply.
“Tsk. Tsk. That wasn’t very nice of you. I accepted your peace offering, but in my world, the server comes with the food. You see, my beautiful girl, I take what I want, and I definitely want you. All of you.”
His words weren’t threatening as much as they were a promise.
I managed to swallow, doing everything I could to keep from making a single sound.
He took several deep breaths then pulled me away from the door, tossing me over his shoulder.
“Let me go!” I knew my cry was in vain.
My outburst was met with a brutal smack on my backside. I kicked out, pummeling my fists against his back, but the formidable structure wasn’t budging. He cracked his hand against my backside several more times. I wanted to hate what he was doing, but the slight pain only added to my arousal. How could I feel this way?
“You’re going to obey.”
“No. I will never obey.”
His chuckle was dark, adding to the wild desire swelling from deep within. When he delivered four more in rapid succession, the sting was enough to bring tears to my eyes.
“Now, be a good girl.”
His heavy footsteps as he took long strides deeper into the lair would forever remain in my memory. Suddenly, everything was surreal. He was the caveman, and I was his mate being taken to his cave. While the thought was horrifying, it was also exciting. The man reeked of passion, and I’d fallen into a haze of lust, incapable of fighting in earnest what he was doing to me.
Did that make me a willing victim?
God above, this was insane.
“Why are you doing this?” I muttered as his strides developed a rhythm. I tried to grab onto the chain holding the boxing bag in place, but that forced him to smack me again, this time the hard swat shifting from stinging sensations to outright pain.