Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 72090 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72090 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
“Good girl,” he said, stroking my thigh. “You don’t want to violate my rules, do you?” His teeth grazed my neck. “I want you to know you’re mine. Just mine. Only mine.”
My back arched as he trailed a finger along the edge of my panties. I’d never been so turned on, so desperate for someone before in my life. He made me feel so alive, more than I ever had before.
His voice was low. Seductive. “But I’ll make this promise to you right now. I’m yours. Just yours. Only yours from this night on.”
“Did we just have the exclusive talk at The Vault?” I asked with a giggle.
“We fucking did.”
Chapter 29
Locke
Taking her to my club had been a bad idea. Not for all the reasons I’d thought but because controlling myself right now, when all I wanted to do was to fuck her right here and now, was killing me. But I wasn’t going to allow anyone to even get a peek of her skin.
She was mine.
All mine.
“Let’s go upstairs to the office,” I said into her ear, following it with a nip. The thought of having her all to myself, with no prying eyes or interruptions, made me harden even more.
She shuddered and let out a soft moan, sending a jolt of desire through my body.
“Someone has a punishment waiting for them too,” I added.
I took her hand and led her through the crowded dance floor, making sure to keep her close to me. I could feel the eyes of the men in the room on her, but I didn’t care. She was mine and no one else’s.
Once we were safely inside the office, I locked the door behind us, pushed her against the wall, and kissed her deeply, my hands roaming over her body. She responded eagerly, wrapping her arms around my neck and pulling me closer.
“Someone has a punishment coming,” I repeated, trailing kisses down her neck. “I warned you.”
“That’s not fair. It was right in front of me.”
“My rules are my rules.”
I slid my hand up her dress, feeling the wetness between her legs. She moaned softly, arching her hips toward me.
“I can’t wait another second,” I growled, lifting her up and carrying her over to the desk. I pushed everything off of it and laid her down, pulling off her clothes with a hunger that I couldn’t contain any longer.
She was naked, beautiful, her chest rising and falling as her pouty lips opened, beckoning me to claim her as mine. She was a motherfucking siren and would surely be my undoing.
But at least she was finally mine.
Mine to do with as I pleased.
I buried my face between her thighs, licking and sucking on her clit until she was panting and writhing in pleasure.
When I finally stood up and unfastened my belt, she looked up at me with a mixture of fear and desire in her eyes. I knew what she was thinking—was I going to use the belt on her?
I reached for it and wrapped it around my hand, slapping it into my palm. Her eyes widened, her cheeks flushed.
“Did you stare at another man’s cock?” I asked.
“Well, technically I was watching another woman suck a cock. That’s different.”
I internally smiled at how damn cute she was, but I wasn’t going to show it. Keeping my face firm, I asked, “And what did I say I’d do if you looked at another man’s cock?”
“That there would be consequences.”
“Exactly.”
Still holding the belt tight in my hand, I grabbed her chin and kissed her hard, our tongues dancing together. She was still tense, her muscles coiled in anticipation, but I could feel her submitting to me with every passing second as I claimed her mouth.
I reached down and grabbed her hands, pulling them over her head and pinning her to the desk. She let out a small whimper, and I kissed her again, harder this time.
Not hesitating any longer, I flipped her onto her belly and raised the belt. “This is going to hurt, baby girl. Get ready.”
I clenched my fist around the belt and brought it down on her thigh. She jumped, her back arched, and she cried out.
I did it again, this time harder, and she squealed.
“Fuck, that hurts,” she moaned, burying her face in the wood of my desk.
I continued spanking her, harder and harder, pausing only to admire how the red marks I was creating on her ass contrasted with her porcelain skin. I didn’t want to hurt her, but I knew she needed this. She needed to know that she was mine and mine alone.
By the time I had finished spanking her, her punished flesh was pink and hot, and she was begging me.
“Please, Locke,” she whimpered. “Please, stop.”
“You’ve been a good girl,” I praised as I kissed the hot skin of her ass, tossing the belt to the side.