Page 85 of When She Tempts (The Fallen)
I didn’t just step cross a boundary this time. I leapt over it.
He lets go of my neck but doesn’t move away an inch. I take a deep breath, my hard nipples brushing against his chest. He looks down, his expression thunderous.
I’m genuinely scared.
“What are you going to do to me?” I whisper.
“Exactly what I told you I would.” His voice drags over that achy place between my legs. When his big hands wrap around my waist, it feels like he’s touching bare skin. The thin robe is no match for the energy exchange between our bodies.
Before I have time to process what’s going on, he throws me over his shoulder and steadies me with a hand on the back of my thigh.
“Giorgio!” I yelp. I’m completely naked under the robe, and if he moves his hand up just a few inches, he’ll be touching my bare ass. If he looks over, he’ll probably see… I swallow. I don’t think he’s realized I’m wearing nothing underneath.
He carries me through the doorway between our rooms and deposits me roughly on his bed. The belt of my robe is loose, and the entire thing nearly flies opens, but I manage to pull it tightly around me at the last second.
“I told you to drop it, didn’t I?” He anchors his hands on the bracket of the four-poster bed and stares down at me. “Instead, you left my office and decided to tempt me.”
I scramble onto my knees and edge up the bed to put some distance between us, but he’s as fast as a tiger. He grabs me again, sits down on the edge of the bed, and throws me over his lap.
A puff of air escapes my lungs as my belly hits his thighs. “Giorgio, wait—”
The exact moment he realizes I’m bare is punctuated by a sharp hiss through his teeth. He grows deathly still, but his palm stays on my upper thigh, right at crease of my butt.
God, how I wish I could look at him right now. Instead, all I can do is stare at the floor.
A beat passes. Two more. Something hard pokes against my belly, and I realize it’s his erection.
He’s turned on by this.
Byme.
The fact that he’s growing hard while staring at my bare pussy sends a flood of heat through me. When I feel the pad of his thumb brush against my inner thigh, I shiver. He’s so close to my lips, an inch higher, and he’ll be touching methere.
“You’re playing games with me, Martina,” he rasps, that thumb moving back and forth, so,soclose. “Dangerous games you can’t win.”
His touch feels so damn good. My breath starts coming out in shallow pants as his small, controlled movements send me flying higher and higher. Goosebumps cover my flesh. The anticipation—the thrill—of him closing that minuscule distance makes me tremble.
His other hand is pressing down on my lower back, keeping me in place, but I’m not completely immobile. When I can’t take his stillness anymore, I rock over his thighs.
For a brief second, I feel pure bliss as his thumb brushes against the edge of my pussy, but then he tears his hand away, and next thing I know, my ass explodes in pain.
“Hey!”
He smacked me!
“What are you—”
SMACK.
I start to writhe on him, trying to get away, but the palm on my lower back is like a heavy iron.
SMACK.
“Ow! That hurts!”
“Good. How else will you learn?”
He lands three more hard smacks in a quick succession, the sound of them ringing in the air.
