Page 61 of Dark Side of the Cloth (The Righteous 1)
The thunder boomed as lightning cracked, illuminating the imposing man towering over her. Dean gripped her chin in a tight hold. It was almost painful as he forced her to look him in the eyes. Her body trembled as his eyes bored holes into her soul. Anticipation raced down her spine as he lowered those lips ever closer to her own. A feather touch had her shaking uncontrollably. He placed the same chaste kiss on her jaw and neck, each an electric surge to her system.
“You’re a good girl, Yasmine,” he whispered in her ear, his hot breath fanning her face. “I know you’ve tried to resist me as I have of you.” She nodded, her eyes fluttering closed. “But the door has been opened, and tonight you’re going to be exactly what I need you to be. Do you understand me?” She nodded again. “That’s not good enough. When I ask you a question, I need to hear you say the answer.”
Dean nipped the sensitive area on her neck, and the shaking throughout her body worsened as her muscles turned to jelly. She didn’t know how she was even remaining upright.
“Say it.” He nipped her again, harder this time. Yasmine’s breath caught in her throat.
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, I will be what you need.”
“No matter what I want?”
“No matter what you want,” she repeated dutifully. An urge to be controlled by this man was consuming her. She’d always been sweet but never a passive personality, but this was different. She wanted him to use her. She wanted to give herself over, allow him to do as he wished. The thought aroused her like nothing else ever had.
The need to please him crashed through her like a tide, washing away her naturally shy nature. The icy rain hitting her window was a drum in her mind, a hypnotic sound that urged her down this darkened path as it drowned out the nagging voices in her head that this was wrong. At this moment, nothing that happened between them was wrong.
“In here, you call me Sir, do you understand?”
He whipped her around and pressed the length of his hard shaft into the crack of her ass. A small yelp left her lips, her long hair falling around her face like a curtain.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Do you know what you do to me?”
“No, sir.”
“You make me want to ravish you like the naughty girl I know you can be.” He wrapped a hand around her throat, pulling her back into him and making it harder to breathe. Her chest rose and fell as she panted for more. “Say it.”
She now knew what he wanted.
“Yes, Sir. I’m a naughty girl, and I want you to pleasure me the way I should be.”
“And?” Dean tweaked her nipple, making her yelp as the pain went straight to her core.
“And fuck me like the naughty girl I am,” Yasmine managed to say on a gasp.
She could feel his hand sliding lower, and she squirmed. Grabbing her clit, he twisted it hard, and she screamed out as the building orgasm crashed through her system. Her legs gave out, and Dean cupped her pussy, holding her body against his as he continued his assault. His fingers pressed roughly into the delicate folds, pulling her orgasm out from seconds into minutes. She quaked in his hold, his hands the only thing keeping her from falling to her knees as the last one subsided.
“Are you ready for me?”
“Yes…Sir,” Yasmine finally got out. Her foggy brain was barely able to put the two words together.
“Get on your hands and knees.” His coarse voice whispering in her ear had her panting all over again.
She did as she was told and reluctantly stepped away from the warmth of his body. The cool air caressed her skin and made her shiver as she assumed the requested position in the middle of the bed. There was no doubt in her mind that this peach-flowered wallpaper had never witnessed anything so blasphemous.
“I’m going to be cruel to your body.” He wasn’t asking her. He was telling her.
His large hands grabbed her hips, and she almost cried out as he yanked her backward until her ass was over the edge of the bed.
“Look at this.” His hand ran a soft circle over her ass. “It’s as sweet as the rest of you.” The kind words were followed with a sharp crack of his hand. Her body lurched forward, but he held her firm. He made a disapproving sound from behind her, and she looked over her shoulder to see him shaking his head at her.
“I’m sorry, Sir.”
Dean cocked an eyebrow at her, the corner of his mouth curling up in a smile that she reckoned would terrify anyone else. She moaned and wiggled her ass slightly and loved how his eyes flicked down, flaring with carnal lust. The sharp sting of his handprint was tingling and traveling to her core. How or why this turned her on, she had no idea, but she bit her lip, hoping he’d do it again.
