She isn’t pretending we aren’t happening.
Spreading her thighs apart, I raise my palm and smack her slit. With a pained yelp, her lashes flutter open, locking on mine. They’re glazed over with desire from the spank.
I give her another.
Pleasure swarms her stunning features.
Fuck! She needs it badly.
“You like this, naughty girl?” I taunt—Spank. “Do you want to be punished for being a bad girl?”Spank. “Turn around and lift the hoodie.”
Conflict shines in her pretty green eyes. A war raging between lustful need and loyalty to a man she thinks she loves.
I rub her swollen folds, dipping the tip of my finger between them. “You can pretend you don’t want this, little bird.” I gather her arousal, painting it over her clit. “That I’m giving you no choice.”
I allow her one concession because it won’t be long before she begs to be mine.
Accepting that she and I belong together.
“Make me the bad guy.”
“Youarea bad guy.”
“Bad guys fuck better.” Flicking her bundle of nerves, I coax, “Let me give you what you need.”
“Why don’t you take it like you did before?”
“You think I won’t?”
She bites the inside of her cheek, glancing away.
Her nervous tell.
“Oh, Molly.” Dropping my hand, I slide it into her hair and tilt her face up to mine. Her pupils dilate at the harsh grip. “Haven’t I proven I’m willing to cross every line to possess you? Which part wasn’t convincing? When I pretended to be your boyfriend? When I railed you in the dirt? Or when I drugged and stole you?”
Shivers break out on her skin.
Whipping her around, I yank the hoodie up, baring her round ass. I smooth my palm over one cheek, caressing and kneading the flesh.
She squirms, fighting hard not to arch against my hand. Practically dancing on her tiptoes.
My life’s sole mission to please and give her everything she needs, I lift my palm and bring it down in a harsh spank.
“Oh god!” she moans, arching against my touch beautifully.
“Believe me now, pretty girl?” I don’t wait for her answer and slap her other cheek. “Consider this a lesson to never follow a stranger at night.”
Looking over her shoulder, she glares at me.
I hide my smirk, keeping my expression stern.
Massaging the sore spot, I slap her ass again. Hard. And again. And again. Until her skin is a bright red with my handprint.
She does deserve to be punished for her reckless behavior tonight. She should’ve been smarter and listened to her gut instinct. She should’ve second-guessed the moment I coaxed her to come out when it went right against the plan she and Matt came up with. I was both fuming and ecstatic when she came out through the back alley.
No, I don’t give a flying fuck about being a hypocrite. I knew I was going to break the laws I swore to abide by tonight. However, Molly isn’t a woman you let slip by.
I saw my chance and took it.
