“Oh, I need to speak to Snow,” she says, smiling nervously.
She leaves the living room. The silence stretches between Irvin and me, and the air is thick.
He comes up to me, grabs me by the arm, leads me to a spacious bathroom, then locks the door behind us.
My pulse races in my neck, and my fingers tremble.
“What are you doing?”
“Punishing you for disobeying me.” He smirks and steps forward.
I rush to the door, but he blocks me. “Take off your clothes, princess.”
I stand there like a statue. “What? You can’t be serious. We’re at our friends’ house.”
He folds his arms across his chest. “You heard me. I don’t care where we are. You stood me up on our date.”
Heat floods my neck and ears. “When are you going to get it through your thick skull that I don’t want you?”
He grips my chin, stroking his fingers along my lips. I hate that my body responds to him—how he makes my skin flush, how he makes knots form in the pit of my stomach.
He sits on the edge of the white tub, yanks me over his knee, lifts my long-sleeved dress, and smacks my ass cheeks.
Did this lunatic just give me a spanking? Oh, hell no.
I bite down on my lip, keeping myself from moaning. Why did that feel good? Why did I like that? He sets me on the floor, removes my panties, and stares at my core. He places his mouth on my clit, and I moan. My core tingles. A shiver snakes up my spine.
“I’m going to come.”
He stops. Waits. Grins. Studies my reaction.
What the fuck is he doing?
He places his mouth on my clit again. When I’m on the verge of coming once more, he stops again and sits up.
Arousal grows in the pit of my stomach—so much—and I clench my teeth. Why am I so turned on by this? I should hate it. I should hate everything about this man, but somehow he knows how to get me sucked into his world. I don’t want him, I tell myself, and the only reason I’m enduring this is that I have to. Because I don’t have any choice. He plays too many fucking games with me.
He slides his fingers between my folds. “You’re so fucking wet for me, my princess.” He slides farther inside me. “So tight as well. I want your pussy squeezing the life out of my dick.”
“Irvin…”
He removes his dick, edges it to my entrance, and slides in. I feel full and exhale loudly. I need him inside me. I inhale sharply as my core adjusts to his width and length. It feels as if he’s hitting a wall. He shoves forward, then pulls out, placing his finger on my clit again. He thrusts. In. Out. In. Out. When I’m on the verge of coming, he pulls out and tucks himself back into his pants.
“What are you doing?”
He gets to his feet, zipping his pants. “You defied me. So you need to be punished.” He places his hand on the doorknob.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” I whisper-shout. “That’s cruel.”
He stomps up to me and brushes his mouth against my forehead.
My cheeks warm, and I arch my spine.
“Don’t do this to me.”
“I love you begging, my princess.”
“Asshole!”
