Page 193 of Wicked Savage Cruel
I moan when he finds my clit, brushing his finger over the sensitive nub.
“Dominique …” I gasp, and his finger moves faster against me, my hips rearing back of their own accord. The pain in my scalp and the pleasure between my thighs has pure heat zipping down my spine. My toes curl and I’m panting heavy, my release so incredibly close.
"Don't say I didn't warn you," he mutters under his breath right before he withdraws his finger from between my legs and his palm slaps my bare ass cheek. I yelp, jolting forward, but the table makes it impossible to go anywhere.
Holy fuck."Did you just spank me?"
Instead of answering, he spanks my other cheek and I slap my palm against the table.
"I warned you what would happen if you didn't tell the truth." He massages my burning flesh, lessening the sting a bit, only to slap me again. I cry out, but the sound is cut off when he releases my hair only to wrap his hand over my mouth.
"Shhhh...." he whispers. "Keep making that sound and someone is bound to come and investigate what is going on in here."
I try to shift away from him. When he said he was going to punish me for lying, I didn't expect this.
He chuckles, like my attempt at escape amuses him. "I'm not done with you yet. I think you deserve at least two more.” A fourth smack is delivered and I scream, but his palm muffles the sound.
"Your ass turns the prettiest shade of pink,” he tells me, and I whimper against his palm.
He squeezes my ass, trailing his fingers over each cheek and between my cleft. He said two more, but he’s only delivered one, and the anticipation of what is still to come grips my chest.
Dominique lets go of my mouth and shifts behind me, pressing his erection against me. “Want to try again?” he asks, rocking his hips against me. “Tell me the truth and maybe I’ll consider giving you what you want. Beg for my cock the way we both know you want to.”
The smug sound of his voice has my eyes narrowing and I lift my head to look over my shoulder. I won’t beg for anything. Not from him or anyone else. My gaze collides with his and just as I open my mouth to tell him to fuck off, his palm slaps my ass, harder than all of the times before.
I open my mouth on a silent scream before sucking in a shaky breath as I sag against the table.
Dominique steps back, moving around the table until he’s standing in front of me, able to meet my gaze. He casually leans forward, pushing the hair out of my face. I should stand up. At the very least pull my jeans back over my ass, but I can’t seem to find the energy to move.
“You know, you’re not nearly as insufferable when you’re like this.”
I raise one hand and flip him off.
He laughs and then, unsurprisingly, walks out of the classroom without so much as a goodbye.
EIGHTY-SEVEN
Dominique
Ileft Kasey bare-assed in that classroom. Aaron’s little sister. Ass cheeks red, courtesy of yours truly, and on display for anyone who walked in to see. This is bad. Already, there is a voice in my head that whispersyou traitor, he’s like a brother. He trusts you.
There’s a lead weight in my gut. I shouldn’t have touched her. I sure as shit shouldn’t still be thinking about touching her.
Thank God I didn’t go through with fucking her. Not that what I did do constitutes as much better. A heavy blanket of guilt encompasses me. This can’t happen again. Me. Her. I lied when I told Roman I wasn’t interested. What I meant was I can’t afford to be interested. Not in her. Not like that.
I reach the locker room and make quick work of changing. I’m a few minutes late, but no one will care. I’m not practicing today, still on Coach’s mandatory rest period for my shoulder, but that doesn’t mean I’m gonna bounce on my obligations. Or miss the chance to give Deacon a piece of my mind.
Kasey might say it was an accident, but I’m not buying it.
Seeing that bruise on her arm … I shake my head and take a deep breath. It damn near sent me over the edge. The thought of anyone hurting her, anyone who isn’t me—and yeah, I realize how fucked up that is—makes my blood boil.
I want to fuck her. Punish her. Soothe her. I want her to ache because of me and I want to be the only one capable of taking that ache away.
Smacking her ass and watching it redden has blood rushing straight to my cock. Seeing her lust-drenched eyes, feeling just how soaking wet her panties are,shit,it does something to me.
The door leading to the field opens and Emilio walks in, shouting, “Yeah, yeah. I’ll be back. Chill the fuck out,” over his shoulder.
“It’s about time you showed up. Everything good?” he asks, seeing me on the bench.
