Page 38 of Deceptive Vows


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The lights pop on, one at a time, as we enter.

That stifling dominance ripples off him in waves as he marches me over to the table with a stack of encyclopedias and sets me down.

“What are you going to do to me?”

I get my answer when he bends me over the table and lands a hard slap across my ass. My body jolts like it’s being attacked by an explosion of electricity, and I cry out from the impact.

That hurt like hell. He’s not done with me yet, though. He yanks down my skirt and panties at the same time, exposing my bare ass.

I attempt to protest, but he grabs the back of my neck and pushes me down on the flat of the table.

Three hard slaps come down on my ass so hard stars speckle my vision and tears blind me.

“I told you what would happen to you if you defied me,” Mikhail reminds, giving me another three slaps.

My skin stings like it’s on fire, and as the pain rushes over my body I see stars.

“Stop, please!”

“No, you fucking stop asking me aboutJosé.Or maybe it would be better for both of us if I killed his fucking ass.”

“No! Please no.” My God, he is crazy, and I’ve truly fucked up. I can’t let José die because of me. I can’t. “Please don’t kill him.”

“Then stop pushing me.”

Two more slaps make me feel like I might vomit, and another makes me scream out loud.

“Stop it, Mikhail. You’re hurting me.” I sound so foolish to say such a thing. He knows he’s hurting me. That’s the purpose of punishment.

Hurt me so I’ll feel, break me down so I’ll obey and bend to his will.

Be athing.

Or nothing.

But he stops. He stops at my anguished cry, and I almost think I imagine it. I question myself when I feel his thick fingers running over my burning skin in soft strokes. The strokes smooth right down to my pussy, and I couldn’t be more appalled at myself when my body reacts to the flutter of his fingers.

He strokes my clit, and the cacophony of pleasure and pain rushing over my body is a complete juxtaposition. I don’t understand what the hell is wrong with me, or why I’d be so turned on by him after what he just did.

“Bad girl, you like this,” he taunts.

“No,” I choke out on the edge of a moan.

“Liar.”

He turns me around to face him, and I gasp when he picks me up again, setting me on the table this time. That’s when I feel the intensity of my pain.

And how wet I am.

Shit. What the hell?

“Open your legs,” he orders.

I open my legs, but my brain is so twisted I can’t wrap my head around whether I’m doing what I’m told because he terrifies me or because I want more of what he’s giving to me.

I spread my thighs, and he holds them apart so he can bury his face in my pussy, and Jesus Christ, I’m seeing stars for a whole other reason.

I don’t even feel the pain rushing over my ass anymore. All I feel is him and his tongue as he pushes into my passage.