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Heathens: A Dark Billionaire Stalker Romance by Alta Hensley – Extended Preview

“You’re coming home with me,” Locke said, as he took my hand after we dropped Fiora off at her cottage and turned us back toward The Vault where I knew his car was parked.

I tugged on his hand, but his grip only tightened. “What? Why? We’re almost to my place.”

“Because the island is full of strangers tonight. Everyone is drunk and celebrating Heathens, and I don’t feel safe having you stay in your cottage alone.” He glared at me. “And I don’t feel like explaining myself further.”

A wave of heat washed over me as Locke’s grip on my hand tightened. The way he looked at me with such intensity almost made me forget my earlier objections.

I hesitated, but something about the way he spoke made me feel like he truly was worried about my safety. “Fine,” I relented, “but only because I know I made you angry tonight, and I feel bad. I guess the least I can do is follow your wishes now.”

Locke chuckled wryly, his lips twisting into a wicked smile. “You act as if I was asking and you’re in a position to give your permission.” He leaned in close, his breath hot against my ear. “There will be consequences for angering me tonight.”

My heart raced as I tried to process his words. What did he mean by consequences?

I pushed back the fear that was starting to bubble up inside me and forced my feet to walk. I knew Locke well enough to know that he was a man of his word, and I had a feeling that I had just signed myself up for something that I couldn’t back out of.

We reached his car, and he opened the door for me, gesturing for me to get in. I slid into the passenger seat, and he shut the door behind me before walking around to the driver’s side.

The ride to his house was silent, except for the sound of the engine, the beating of my heart, and a slight ringing in my ears.

When we arrived at his house, he led me inside, his grip still firm on my hand. The house was dimly lit, and my heart raced as I followed him through the front door.

His house was big and beautifully designed with expensive furniture and a minimalist decor. I felt out of place, as usual in his elegant surroundings, as he led me to the living room. He gestured for me to sit on the couch and disappeared into the kitchen, only to return minutes later with two glasses of whiskey.

He handed me one glass and sat down next to me. “Drink,” he ordered, his eyes fixed on mine.

I hesitated for a second before taking a sip. The whiskey was smooth and burned down my throat, leaving a warm feeling in my stomach. I took another sip, feeling braver now that the alcohol was coursing through my veins.

Locke took his time sipping his whiskey, his eyes never leaving mine. I shifted in my seat, feeling uncomfortable under his gaze. The silence between us was deafening, and I couldn’t help but wonder what he was thinking.

Finally, Locke spoke. “You know, you have a lot of nerve, provoking me like that. I set rules for a reason. The Vault is off limits.”

I took another sip of my whiskey, trying to calm the nervous fluttering in my stomach. “I didn’t mean to provoke you. I was just trying to have some fun like everyone else does in this town. I’ve never been part of Heathens before and, well… it seemed like now was as good a time as any.”

Locke scoffed. “Fun? You call flaunting yourself in front of every man on this island fun? You were rubbing yourself on a complete stranger. You didn’t even know who that man was.”

I frowned, feeling defensive. “I wasn’t flaunting myself. I was just dancing. And isn’t the entire point of the masked event to not know who anyone is?”

“Dancing? That wasn’t dancing, that was seduction. Dangerous seduction.”

I bristled at his accusation. “I wasn’t trying to seduce anyone. I was just enjoying myself.”

Locke leaned closer, his eyes darkening with anger. “He was seducing you, Storee. And you can’t just do whatever you want without thinking of the consequences.”

I felt a spark of anger flare up inside me. “I’m a grown woman, Locke. I don’t need you to tell me what to do. I said I was sorry for crossing into your domain, but I’m not sorry for dancing with another man. I’m not a little girl anymore. I don’t have a curfew and a bedtime.”

Locke’s eyes followed my every move as I took another drink of my whiskey, his gaze intense and unwavering. He slowly leaned in closer to me, his hand reaching up to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear. I could feel the heat radiating off his body, and it made my skin tingle.

“You’re right,” he finally said. “I’m a man of action. Not words. I don’t need to tell you anything. I need to show you.”

He stood up and took hold of his belt buckle, effortlessly undoing it and yanking the leather through the loops with a hissing swoosh that made my heart skip.

He folded the leather in his hand, his intense stare never leaving mine.

My mouth went dry as I watched him, my heart beating faster with every passing second. I knew what was coming next, and yet, I couldn’t look away. I was both scared and excited, a feeling I had never experienced before.

Locke took a step closer to me, his belt still in his hand. “Stand up,” he commanded, his voice low and rough as he spoke. “Bend over the couch.” His grip tightened on his belt.

“What?” I squeaked. “No. I’m sorry. I apologized.”

“I hate apologies.”

“You can’t just,” I looked at the belt, “whip me with that.”

“I can. And I will.”

Before I could respond, he yanked me off the couch and bent me over the arm rest. The cool leather kissed the skin of my thighs as Locke moved behind me, one hand resting on my back while the other held the belt.

I jerked when he raised the hem of my little black dress, exposing my lace thong.

“By the time I’m done with you, you’ll never want to step foot inside The Vault again.”

Without warning, he brought the belt down hard across my backside. I gasped, the pain radiating through me. He spanked me again, and I cried out.

The pain was intense, but so was the pleasure. I had never felt anything like it before, and it was all I could do to not beg for more.

Locke continued to spank me, the sound of the leather striking my skin echoing through the room. Each time he brought the leather down, a wave of pleasure coursed through my body, nearly making me moan.

My mind wanted the spanking to stop, but my body clearly didn’t. I feared if he kept going for much longer, there would be no way to hide what this punishment was doing to me. I’d be mortified for Locke to know that his act of discipline wasn’t exactly teaching me the lesson he was hoping to achieve.

My body reacted to his dominance as he brought the belt down on my ass, each strike leaving a burning sensation in its wake. I had never felt so alive before, and a big part of me didn’t want this moment to end. I could feel my pussy getting wetter with every strike, and it was all I could do not to start rubbing myself against the couch.

After what seemed like a lifetime, but also not long enough, Locke stopped and rubbed my burning rear. I let out a sigh of relief, feeling my heart slow down.

“I don’t want an apology from you again,” he said, his voice still low and dangerous. “Do you understand?”

I nodded.

“Say it,” he demanded, his hand tightening around the leather and bringing it down on my ass one more time.

“I won’t do it again,” I said, my voice barely a whisper.

“Louder.” He brought the leather down upon me again, harder than all the times before.

“I won’t do it again!” I cried, the pain in my ass intensifying.

“Good girl,” he said, loosening his grip on the belt. “Now, get up.”

I stood up, trying to shake the pain out of my legs.

He took a step closer to me, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me closer to him, his lips finding the top of my head as he gave me a comforting kiss.

A wave of lust washed over me, and my body swayed toward him, wanting more. I wanted so much more than just comfort.

He ran his hand down the length of my back, lowering the dress back down because I had forgotten to do it myself.

He gently rubbed the burning flesh of my ass before giving it a small smack. I gasped, feeling my pussy pulsing with excitement.

For the first time, Locke spoke, his voice breathy and thick. “I’m not a man to test. Hopefully, you understand that now.”

His hand cupped my face to his chest in an embrace as I silently nodded. My face was heated in embarrassment, my head spun, but I cuddled into his warmth with the need to be closer.

“I promised myself that I’d always keep you safe,” he said. “Don’t make it so hard for me.”

I remained silent, absorbing the sensations and what had just occurred. I should be livid. I should be demanding that he let me go. And yet, I had never felt so protected and… loved… before in my life.

I was also wetter than I had ever been before, and I could only hope he would take me right then and there.

But he didn’t. He only kissed me on my forehead before he stepped away from the couch and let me straighten my dress.

“Come with me.” He grabbed my hand and led me up the stairs to the bedrooms. “It’s late and we both have had a long night.”

He opened the door to the guest room, and my heart sank. Without him saying another word, I knew that our evening would be coming to an end. Him leaving me to sleep alone, as I’d done before in his house as a guest, was more of a punishment than the spanking had been.

I walked inside the room, seeing the spare bed.

“Goodnight, Storee,” he said from the doorway.

I turned to look at him. “Goodnight, Locke.”

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