He yanked her hand away, holding her wrist. “Unruly.” All he could think about was his father, the lessons he’d been taught as a boy. His father had trained him and his brothers from the time they were very small that men were the dominating factor. Until his time spent with her, he’d simply taken the notion for granted.
Crack! Slap!
He heard the way his hand sliced against her naked ass, savoring the moans and whimpers and he was lost in a moment of raw bliss, a freeing of his soul.
Sophia slapped her hands on the wooden floor, grinding her hips back and forth. “That hurts.”
The friction she created was driving him utterly insane, his cock pinched to the point of anguish.
“Yes, and the more you struggle the worse it will become.” Wrath brushed the backs of his fingers along her shoulders. Her skin was soft, like the velvet of a rose petal. Tracing her spine, he moved down to the crack of her ass, running his index finger up and down.
Jerking up, she thrust her arm back, gasping for air. “No!”
“You forget our deal.” He wiggled his finger in between her ass cheeks. “Your entire body is mine for the taking and I will so enjoy thrusting my cock into this tight hole of yours.”
“Fuck you!” The words spewed out of her mouth.
Fisting her hair, he yanked her head into an uncomfortable position. “Make no mistake who you are dealing with, my dear. I don’t take this or anything that I do lightly, and neither should you. For that alone, you’ll receive a taste of my belt later.” He kept his hand intertwined in her hair until she acquiesced.
“Yes, sir.”
Releasing his hold, he pushed her arm away, fingering her slender wrist. He could see her in shackles, chained and waiting for him alone. What would she do then? He smacked her ass several additional times until she stopped struggling.
The punishment over, he sat still, staring at nothing. He massaged her back, caressing her reddened ass. She didn’t try and move or slip off his lap. She lay still, as if contented, as if wanting more. When he did ease her off his lap, standing just behind her, he caught a glimpse of his reflection. Even in the dim lighting he could see almost every detail of his face in comparison to hers.
An angel, a woman who revered honesty and respect was standing next to a vile creature.
And one he couldn’t recognize any longer. Maybe she could be his salvation.
Then again, maybe she would end his suffering.
CHAPTER 11
Darkness and light. The words were polar opposites and exactly the way Sophia was feeling. She sat bundled in a soft robe, much more feminine than she would have imagined, scattered thoughts driving her to fields of darkness. She’d fallen into a crack, a fissure sucking her into an abyss. He was the reason. Him. The man she’d fantasized about since their last engagement. She shuddered at the thought, trying to rationalize anything that was happening.
Wrath was larger than life, much more handsome than she’d remembered and while he was austere, sophisticated, and obviously well educated, there was much more to his prowess and his proposition. The man was hiding, his personal mask cracking at the seams.
Just like hers.
Perhaps she could even say he was broken to some degree, maybe by his required profession or the blood on his hands. There was no way of telling and she certainly wouldn’t allow herself to get that close ever again, but the cravings for him hadintensified both during and after the spanking. She’d anticipated brutality, a beating given her acceptance of the so-called deal.
She’d experienced neither. The spanking had been mild, leaving only a kiss of redness. What she found the most disturbing was her willingness to accept the deal he’d offered. A telling statement about her personality. Maybe she wasn’t the loyal employee after all. There was no way the man would allow her to arrest him, but she’d gone along with his sordid offer, allowing her to forget her solid oath to uphold the law.
Anger fueling her, she cupped her mouth, sucking back a moan for fear he’d see right through her. The quiet time was unnerving more than the brooding man himself. Sitting in a chair opposite of her, he was casually sipping his drink, his eyes never far away from her, roaming her face and body, her hands as they fidgeted. What was she supposed to say at this point?Please, get on with the deal. Fuck me. Use me.Her moan switched to a sensual chuckle that she wasn’t able to suppress.
Her laughter garnered a response, Wrath’s head tilting before he leaned forward, placing his drink in both hands, his eyes penetrating. “Tell me about your father.”
The command couldn’t have caught her more off guard. “Tell me about yours.Sir.”
He lifted his glass. “Touché, sweet Sophia; however, these are my rules.”
She gave a slight jerk of her head, allowing her glass to touch his. He refused to budge even though she tried her best to hold her defiance. She gazed at the water in the pool, the way the waterfall created ripples, making the lights seem even more iridescent. He’d found her Achilles heel, and would no doubtprod her for answers. Talking about her father was a reminder of how plastic her life truly was. “Why does it matter to you in the least?”
“Because I want to know everything I can about you. Youwilltell me.” He never lost his gaze, nor did he move a muscle. He simply waited, the answer required.
She almost never talked about her father. There’d been no need in her life to bring up a past that held nothing but pain. Why was he digging at her?
He inhaled, giving her a commanding look. Everything they’d shared had given him the impression that she owed him in some manner.
