She stares at me as if I’m insane, and perhaps I am.
“Now!”
Her face pales as she rushes toward the bed and bends over it, looking at me over her shoulder.
It’s not done to be enticing, but that’s how it looks to me, and I lose it.
Marching toward her, I grab the bathrobe she’s got on and rip it off her body to reveal the same skimpy nightgown she was in when I climaxed on her earlier.
I yank the hem of it up her hips, revealing her beautiful pussy and ass. “Tell me who let you out. This is your last warning.”
Watching me over her shoulder, she sinks her teeth into her bottom lip as a sign she’s not going to speak.
Clearly, Anya is trying to protect whoever allowed her to leave the bedroom. It could have been one of the guards or one of the kitchen staff. Whoever it is, I intend to find out and punish accordingly.
Right now, though, I have a pretty little angel to punish and then fuck in that order.
Flattening my palm, I bring it down against her pale, white ass cheek.
She yelps, her body jolting forward at the impact.
“Tell me, Anya,” I growl.
She shakes her head. “No one. I escaped alone.”
“Bullshit,” I say, spanking her other cheek with even more force.
Instantly, the blood rushes to the surface of her skin, tinging it rose pink. A beautiful sight if ever I’ve seen one, and my cock hardens in kind.
“There’s no way you escaped alone. One of the staff allowed you out, and I need to know who it was.”
“No,” she replies.
I spank her ass cheeks again with even more force, watching as her skin turns from a pink to a dark red. And the way she drips between her thighs doesn’t go unnoticed, either. It turns out my little angel like being disciplined as much as I like disciplining her.
Rage and adrenaline course through my veins as I take it out on her pretty behind.
“Are you going to make me fuck the answer out of you?”
Her eyes widen as she glances at me. “You wouldn’t.”
“I damn well would.” I grip her hips hard and pull her tight against the bulge in my pants. “My cock needs to be buried inside of you, Anya, right now.”
Her nostrils flare. “But I can’t—”
I spank her ass again, cutting her off before she can finish her sentence. “I don’t like the word can’t,” I muse. Grinding my hard cock against her soaking wet center, I get my pants wet, and that makes me even harder. “You are making a fucking mess of my pants, malishka.”
She traps her bottom lip between her teeth as she watches me. “What are you going to do?”
“I’m going to tear you apart,” I growl.
Her nostrils flare.
“I almost died tonight, Anya. And I can’t die without having that perfect virgin cunt wrapped around my cock at least once.”
Her eyes widen. “You almost died?”
I spank her ass, not wishing to dwell on the fact that if it weren’t for Konstantin’s quick thinking, I would be dead or worse, captured by Grigory Lebedev.