Page 112 of Secrets of the Brother
I moved to her other nipple and flicked it with my tongue. “It felt right to me. You were so nice and wet. You moaned so sweetly as I stretched your pussy with my fingers.”
Her brow furrowed. “No. It’s wrong. You’re twisting things. I shouldn’t want this.”
I breathed against her flesh. “Want what baby? The darkness? The pain? Me?” I bit down on her nipple.
Her eyes flew open as she cried out. She tried to shimmy out from under me, but I had her pinned. I latched onto her nipple. As she squirmed, I sucked harder. Her hips bucked.
As I released her, I pushed my hand between our bodies and pressed the heel of my palm against her pussy. “Admit you want this. Admit I’m the only man for you.”
I was absolutely certain she loved me as I loved her.
We were meant for one another, and I would be damned if I let our past define our future.
She was scared and confused and hurt and overwhelmed.
It was why she wanted to run from me.
From us.
I wasn’t going to let her.
And if there had been time to allow for all those emotions to play out, I would have given it to her.
But there wasn’t.
I needed her to have the protection of my name. Now.
The whole village knew Renata was my wife in name only, and that it had been a sham marriage.
It was why the third man dared to kill her.
I would make sure they damn well knew differently with Bianca.
No one would dare touch her.
If they did, they died.
I looked down at her. Christ, she was beautiful when she was in thrall. It was like watching pleasure personified. It was almost too gratuitous, like watching a heavenly angel get off.
Bianca moaned as she rolled her head back and forth and refused to speak.
Having enough of her refusal to submit, I sat up and shifted to the side. I grabbed her ankles and lifted her legs high into the air, securing them with one hand. Pulling my arm back, I smacked her bare ass with my open palm.
Bianca screamed.
She bent her knees and tried to dislodge my grip, to no avail. “Stop! It hurts!”
I ruthlessly spanked her ass and the backs of her thighs over and over again. Her sensitive skin turned a beautiful, bright pink.
Her small fists beat at my back and shoulders as she leaned up and tried to stop the relentless punishment. “Please! No more!”
From her vulnerable position with her legs in the air, there was nothing she could do.
I paused with my arm in midair. “Do you want me to stop?”
She sniffed. “Yes.”
“Then I want the truth.”
