Total pages in book: 123
Estimated words: 118245 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 591(@200wpm)___ 473(@250wpm)___ 394(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 118245 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 591(@200wpm)___ 473(@250wpm)___ 394(@300wpm)
He pushed his fingers between my legs, pressing his fingertips against my clit.
“You’re like a cat in heat, baby. All wet and ready for me.”
My mouth dropped open. Shocked to my core that the unfamiliar sensations I was feeling were from arousal. How was that possible? I was in pain. I was being humiliated. I was in a rage that he was treating me this way. Wasn’t I?
Sure, the man towering over me was a muscular pillar of power and dominance, but that sort of base thing appealed to my emotional, sexy, crazy sister, not someone logical like me. Right?
I knew if I screamed, no one would come.
To further defy him would only worsen my punishment. Seeing no other choice, I grasped the footboard with a sob and pulled myself back up onto my knees, once more bent over. “I hate you for this. Is this how your marriage to my sis— is this how you plan to treat your wife?”
He went down on his haunches at my side. He pushed my hair away from my cheek as he studied my face. “This is exactly how I plan our marriage to be.”
I blinked. Not expecting him to say something so freaking honest.
He rose to his full height and cupped my chin, tilting my head up. “If we are to have even the slightest chance of happiness, you need to give in to me now.”
“I can’t.”
In a weird, twisted way, what he said had as much impact on my life as my sister’s.
I may not be fucking men for validation, but I sure as hell was constantly bending over backward for it in other ways. Always saying yes to my family’s selfish demands. Never speaking up for myself. Always the one in control, the voice of reason. It started after my mother left or was forced to leave.
I walked the tense tightrope of hiding my true feelings of anger, fear, and frustration behind the calm and controlled mask of the dutiful daughter. I had no idea how to even express myself anymore.
He ran his thumb over my lower lip. “Well then, it’s a good thing I’m not giving you a choice in the matter.”
He tossed the riding crop onto the bed in front of me then stepped behind me. His left hand gripped my waist as he raised his right arm.
I tensed and turned my head away, bracing for the strike.
He continued to spank me with his open palm, causing a fresh wave of humiliating heat. It was definitely more embarrassing having him punishing me directly with his hand as opposed to the riding crop.
The crop was detached. And in a way too kinky.
But his hand? His hand was warm, firm, and intimate.
As he spanked me harder, his hard cock brushed against my ass, and I wished he would take it out so I could feel his skin against mine instead of the rough material of his pants.
I cried out when he switched to his left hand, freeing his right hand to press down on my lower back, raising my ass even higher, like I was asking for his punishment.
I moaned again, my head falling forward, my eyes closing. “Please, I can’t take much more!”
“Then beg me to let you come.”
My eyes popped open. Blood pounded in my ears and my entire existence faded into a haze of heated pain … and something else … something darker and more threatening. “What?”
He spanked my left cheek. “Beg me to let you come.”
He really was insane if he thought I would ask for something so outrageous. “Never.”
His spanking intensified. “I’m warning you.”
My back arched as I tried to shift forward, but his grip would not allow it. “Ow! Ow!”
My head spun. Reality slipped away. Nothing else existed but my body’s reaction to every painful touch of his hand.
“Give in and I’ll show you how pleasurable it can be to lose control.”
His right thumb slipped between my cheeks to press against my asshole, and a bolt of lightning shot up my spine.
I was no longer on this boat. I was that woman by the bonfire, surrendering to those men, turning all control over to the primal, driving force of pleasure. Then I was myself again, with Matteo’s hands between my legs giving me an orgasm so intense my knees buckled.
With tears in my eyes, I finally obeyed. “Please, Matteo—”
CHAPTER 8
MATTEO
Her tears were not fooling me.
In the extremely limited times I had interacted with her, she had propositioned me twice.
This was all part of her virgin sex game role-playing.
Lucky for her, I was a kinky bastard who was here for it.
She truly needed to be disciplined, and I meant to continue doing so until her promiscuous, irrational behavior stopped—but that didn’t mean we both couldn’t also have a little fun.
She was going to be my wife, after all. I was entering this bullshit arranged marriage out of duty to safeguard my family. That didn’t mean I should damn the rest of my life to a cold marriage bed.