Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 73663 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 368(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73663 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 368(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
“I am seriously going to punish you. Say you’re sorry.”
“I’d rather you spank me until my ass turns purple.”
“That can be arranged.” He spanks again, again, then rolls his knuckles up and down my pussy, making me whimper as heat spreads into my core. Another spank, more teasing, until he finally buries his fingers inside of me, one finger, then two, his palm on my ass.
“Oh my god,” I moan, trying to get up on my knees, but he keeps me down.
“Say it.” Another spank. Another. It hurts and it feels so fucking good, I can’t even think anymore.
“Renzo, just fuck me.”
“No, not until you say it.”
I push back against his fingers when they fill me. I groan, greedy and stupid, feeling absolutely filthy, but I want to come so bad it’s killing me. How the hell I went from crying on the floor to this is beyond me, but I need a release. I need a release badly, and he can give it to me.
“Renzo,” I beg. “Please, baby, my husband, fuck me.”
He purrs, clearly liking that, but he stops and holds me down. His mouth finds my ear. “Say it.”
“Asshole.”
He spanks me hard. I gasp in shock before his fingers fuck me again, sliding in and out. It’s incredible, so fucking good, and I’m done playing the game.
“I’m sorry,” I moan.
“That’s my girl,” he says.
But I’m not done. “I’m so, so sorry that you’re a big fucking asshole.”
He laughs, turning me onto my back. “Now you’ve done it.”
“What are you gonna do, huh?” The towel opens. I’m damp, naked, and dripping onto his hand as his fingers fill me, palm grinding against my clit. “You gonna hurt me, big guy?”
“No,” he says, biting my lip as he fucks me with his fingers, driving me into ecstasy. “I’m going to make you come. I’m going to make you like it. And I’m going to keep on doing it, over and over, until you’re helplessly dripping into my palm and begging for more. I’m going to make you need me, baby. And then I’ll do the worst thing possible.”
“Yes,” I gasp, eyes rolling back as my pussy clenches. I barely hear him as I start to shatter.
“Then I’m going to give you anything you want.”
I break all over his hand, moaning, soaking wet. It’s filthy and gorgeous, and when it’s done, I’m gasping for air. My ass tingles, my legs are tired, and I feel like I ran a marathon.
But the release. God, the release. All those pent-up emotions aren’t gone—they’ll never be gone—but they’re softened. They’re eased enough that I don’t feel like my brain’s going to crack open anymore.
He kisses me. Makes me lick my pussy from his fingers.
And when he’s through, he undresses, and he fucks me until I’m willing to say whatever he wants, whenever he wants to hear it.
Chapter 25
Maddie
In the morning, I wake up to Renzo sitting at the edge of the bed, shirtless and wearing only a pair of joggers, with a big mug of coffee for me. “Morning,” he grunts.
I accept the mug and take a sleepy sip before placing it on the nightstand. “I could get used to that. Coffee first thing.”
“I’m spoiling you. Maybe I should stop.”
“Please don’t.” I yawn and stretch, groaning like a cat. “God, this stupid bed is so comfortable. I didn’t know they made beds that felt like this.”
“Only when you spend a small fortune.”
“Worth every penny.”
“I completely agree.” He shifts away from me and stands, walking across to the dresser. He touches some of the crystals there, nudging a pretty jasper. “What’s the deal with these, anyway? Why the rocks?”
“Crystals,” I correct. And I don’t know if it’s all the sex we had, or if it’s because I talked to his mother about my sister, but I don’t stop there. “My sister’s name was Ruby and she died in a quarry. So I guess the rocks are my way of keeping her memory close.”
He doesn’t move. A frown furrows his lips as he looks back at me. “Your sister?”
“I don’t like to talk about her.”
“I’m sorry. You don’t have to if you don’t want.” He touches a bit of citrine before coming back to the bed.
“It’s okay. I mentioned her to your mom and now it’s like… the floodgates are open.” I smile and take a drink of coffee to try to keep my emotions in check. My stomach twists and my heart’s beating fast.
“Which one’s your favorite?” He gestures at the stones.
“I like the little orange one you were playing with. It’s called a citrine. I also like rose quartz, sapphire, tiger’s eye, and obviously rubies.” He sits close to me and the heat of his shirtless body rolls against my shoulder. I like when he’s touching me like that. When he’s sitting close. It’s so normal, and lately, I’ve been grasping at anything resembling normalcy.