When I first felt his touch it was as he spanked me in front of a room full of bratva soldiers.
The memory of those hands which pummel men in the ring roaming over my virgin body has kept me awake ever since, wondering if he would be gentle with me yet knowing he wouldn’t.
I won’t have to wonder much longer.
Today he fought for the right to use me as he pleases, and tonight those hands will undress me.
Then he’ll ravage me as brutally as he won me.
I killed for her. Now I will claim her.
No amount of money could have brought me back to their bloodsport.
The fight was over the moment I heard she was the prize.
She’s mine, and God help any man who gets between me and what’s mine.
Author: Marlee Wray
eBook Price: Kindle Unlimited/$4.95
Length: 70,000 words
“Take off the dress.”
Shivering, I lick my lips. “I do not—”
“It wasn’t a question. Take off the dress, or I’ll take it off for you.”
“What are you going to do?”
A small sinister smile curves his lips. Then he moves as quick as lightning, grabbing me and dragging me to the end of the bed.
I struggle, sending strands of wild hair over my face as he tips me over his lap. Jerking the dress up, he exposes my naked ass. Before I can escape, he hooks a leg over my thighs. Then a series of slaps heat my skin. I squirm and curse. A much harder spank lands, making me gasp and go rigid.
“Swearing is not allowed here.”
“What are you doing?” I exclaim.
“I’m punishing my kitten. Are you ready to behave?”
I try to look over my shoulder, but it’s difficult. Hair partially covers my face and being facedown over his lap makes it hard to twist enough to look him in the eye. Perhaps that’s part of his strategy.
“By following instructions. When I say take off your dress, you remove it. Immediately.”
“So you can do what?”
“Whatever I decide. I own you.”
Looking away, I stare down at the smoky gray carpet. Is that what I want? I’m not sure. It will depend on what he does.
The hand comes down again against my flesh, causing fresh waves of heat and pain. Why does that feel good? I squeeze my thighs together.
“You should stop this—oh!”
The spanking becomes harder and more steady. The warmth fully encompasses my body. It begins where he’s spanking, but then radiates deep into my core until I don’t care if it ends. In fact, I don’t really want it to.
Soft moans escape my lips, and I twist my hips.
Alexei’s big hand appears before my face. For a moment, I think he’s going to cover my mouth. Instead he pushes his thumb past my lips.
“Wet it,” he orders.
I suck his thumb for a moment, which sends another riot of need through my body.
“Spread your legs.”
My heart hammers in my chest. Is he going to put that thumb inside me? I’m aching for him to do just that. My thighs separate almost on their own. Thick fingers slide between my lower lips, gliding in the juices there. And his big thumb presses against my bottom hole. I open my mouth to protest, but I’m too slow. He’s strong enough to push inside that forbidden space, and the invasion is darkly pleasurable.
“My God,” I murmur.
His fingers stroke me, rubbing my throbbing clit that so wants his attention. His thumb teases too, drawing back and then pressing deeper. I writhe over his erection, pumping my hips, desperate to be filled, desperate for release.
An orgasm explodes through me, causing me to clench on his arm and groan deeply. How can it feel so good?
I don’t like being spanked.
I like nice men who don’t spank.