“I know you’re angry with me–”
“I told you to stay downstairs. I wanted to check the surveillance cameras to see if Katarina has been to the club. It took a while to go through the footage from the past two weeks.”
“It’s just that when I heard you two talking, well, Tessa said that the pay would be considerable. Marshall cut my hours, the place is falling apart, and it hasn’t been the same since his wife died. I figured considering everything going on that I’d be safer at the club and working with Victoria. You two are close…she said like family.”
“That’s beside the point. It’s not Victoria that I’m worried about.”
“But I need to know more about my clairvoyance, about being a seer. Maybe then I won’t feel so vulnerable against Katarina.”
“I still don’t want you working for Tessa.”
“Because it’s dangerous. Being a seer can be dangerous when you’re not one of us. You’re not immortal, Holly, and seeing the wrong thing could get you killed.”
“From what you’ve told me about my aura being so damn inviting, it’s going to be dangerous for me anyway.”
He closed the distance between us; an underlying current made my pussy clench despite my anger and frustration. The sensation, wrapped in longing, conveyed that our pent-up frustration would be washed away if we gave in to our desires. Images of wrapping my legs around his waist as his cock pounded my pussy made every muscle in my body tense. I licked my lips. I wanted to feel his tongue and his teeth brush over my skin. I could smell his leather jacket and I wanted to take it off.
“Please, I’m sorry I didn’t stay—”
“Perhaps I should punish you for disobeying me.”
Desire flashed in his eyes and I knew he felt it too. Something about his words, a seductive threat, held my curiosity and kept me from protesting. I knew that I would be punished and I had an inkling that it might be like how Tessa had punished the man at the club. Part of me wished he would, because I wanted to know if it would do anything for me. I’d engaged in all manner of deviant vanilla sex but it had never crossed this line before. While I wanted it, and relished that this had finally pushed Arie over the edge, a tiny voice of reason argued that I should be a little scared too. His hand came down into my eye line and I braced myself, remembering how Tessa had slapped the man at the club. Instead, his fingers cupped my chin, lifting my head so that I looked him in the eye.
“When I tell you to do something I expect you to do it.”
“Say ‘yes, sir.’”
Of course he was right. I had no business wandering off, considering the circumstances. “Yes, sir.”
The worst part was that I couldn’t argue with him. I wanted to look away, drop my eyes to the floor, anything, but I couldn’t. He wanted me to look at him. I could see that I’d broken his trust. Hurt and worry along with desire reflected in those winter-gray pools.
“Bend over. Hands on the wall.”
I wanted to laugh, or to protest or argue, but the seriousness of his gaze dashed any hope for negotiation. And his words were making me unexpectedly wet. Still, I couldn’t help but question his demand.
“You’re serious?” Of course he was, yet I wanted to hear it and delay what I knew was coming next.
“Yes. Now I’m not going to ask again. Spread your legs and bend over.”
I stepped toward the wall on my right. Taking a deep breath, I bent at the waist and put my hands on the wall for support. He placed his hand on my back, running it down the length of my spine, until he reached the curve of my hip. It occurred to me to feel grateful that he hadn’t asked me to drop my pants. Still, my body tensed when his hand reached my ass. Yet I wanted it to continue its descent to my pussy. His hand lingered on my ass longer than I expected. I bit my lower lip in anticipation of the pain.
His hand left my ass only to come down with a resounding smack that echoed through the empty apartment. I gasped and pressed my palms against the wall to brace myself from the blow. Blow after blow landed, burning hot and red. Arie’s hand landed lower across the underside of my ass and I could feel the vibrations go straight to my cunt. A low moan escaped my lips, surprising me. Moving with the pain, I gyrated my hips as I tried to meet his hand faster than the stinging blows which sent fiery desire straight to my pussy.
And that’s all it took for him to throw me on top of the lumber planks in one quick movement, which I was sure bruised my tailbone, but all I could think about were clothes tearing, hair pulling, and teasing bites. When his lips brushed mine it felt like he became part of me. Drawn into his kiss, I forgot everything. My anger at Arie and even my own name were lost as his lips clashed with mine. I wound my fingers into his hair, pulling it tight.
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