Page 55 of One Shattered Crown
Fuck, I like that she doesn’t cover herself and looks like a sex kitten.
Instead, she slides one leg back and barely drops into a fighting stance. If I wasn’t watching her so closely, I would’ve missed it.
Heat spirals down my spine and flicks my balls wide awake. My blood thickens and heats through my veins.
Her chin lifts, and challenge fills her blue eyes. Then she screams. At an ear-splitting decibel.
I frown, waiting until she stops. “You know this room is soundproof.”
Her face falls. “That didn’t hurt you? At all?”
The little brat. She tried to shred my skin with her voice? As an experiment, it isn’t bad. Mean, though.“No. Guess you can’t extort me that way,” I murmur. Fascinating. The screech had just annoyed me. No pain involved. Why just with her?
Her mouth quirks. “Darn it.” She’s disappointed?
I’m caught between being pissed and amused. “Don’t try it again.”
Her eyes light. Wait a minute. Does she think she hurt me? She opens her mouth and shrieks at an even louder and higher tone.
My ears protest like any human’s would. So I dodge forward, lift her up, and plant her over my knee. She struggles, and I lift my leg to the round base of the pedestal, giving me better leverage. Then I smack her ass.
Hard.
She yelps and squirms like a fish on the line.
The clothes are in the way. I tear them off and then smack her several more times. Her ass turns red, and my handprint looks perfect there. Absolutely fucking perfect.
She lets loose with an impressive list of threats and curses, so I start spanking her in time with her words. Finally, she stops with a soft whimper.
I smack her three more times. “Are you done being a brat?”
“I fucking hate you,” she breathes out, face down, her blonde hair brushing the floor.
“Guess not,” I muse, swinging again. Her butt is beetred, and I can smell her arousal. I’m hard, but this is a lesson that needs to be learned. And acknowledged. I give her five more, noting how hard she’s panting. “You done, baby?”
Her body tightens, and I can feel how hard it is for her not to swear at me again. So I give her another good smackto help her out. “Yes,” she blurts, still struggling. “Fine. Yes.”
Good enough. I palm her ass and feel her shudder. Then I slide my hand down between her legs, where she’s so fucking wet my brain almost explodes. I tap her clit, and she moans.
Not good enough.
I flip her over, plant her on the cement floor, drop to my knees, and bury my face between her legs.
Her hand lands on my head. “No, Justi—”
Then she’s coming. Hard and fast, her body gyrating against my tongue. She slaps both hands on the hard floor now, arching into my mouth. She tastes like every good dream I’ve ever had with a hint of spice. I murmur against her as she comes down, licking her. That was fast. Too fast.
She gives a half-hearted struggle, and I use my shoulders to widen her legs before swirling my tongue around her clit.
The sound she gives makes me chuckle against her, inside her, and she arches again. I slip two fingers inside her and crisscross them before going at her clit again. God, she’s responsive. She tries to hold back this time, her legs tightening by my shoulders. Perfect. I turn and bite into her thigh, not gently, and she gasps.
Then I return to her clit and suck it deep into my mouth, lashing her with my tongue.
She emits a strangled cry and comes hard, her thighs clamping on my shoulders. Her entire body goes lax when she comes back down, and her hands flop on the floor.
I lift up, setting my chin on her pubic bone. “I could do this all day.”
“You are trying to kill me,” she breathes.
