My gaze is unblinking. “I am not wanting to go to bed right now. I must be like American and think about my life, my future and such things.” It is meant to be funny, but also to see whether I can change his mind.
He bends closer, and his voice is low. “Are you trying to tease me?”
“No, of course not.” My voice is breathy and sounds sexier than I mean it to.
His knuckles brush over my puckered nipple. “I think you are.”
The light touch sends heat through me. Swallowing, I take a small step back. I don’t get more than centimeters away before his strong hands lift me over his shoulder the way he did in the underground club. This time however his hand slides under the dress and grips my ass to hold me in place.
“Alexei!”
Without answering, he carries me into his dark, sexy bedroom. When he drops me onto the bed, I scramble backward, my breath whooshing in and out of my lungs.
He pulls his t-shirt over his head, and I go still, staring again at the most magnificent body I’ve ever seen. There are blotches of violent red and purple bruises from his fight with Vlad, his fight for me.
“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.
“Behave how?”
“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.
