“I don’t give a fuck what you love,” I snarl, landing a sharp smack across her ass cheek. The sound echoes through my bedroom, followed immediately by her shocked gasp. A perfect pink handprint blooms on her pale skin.
She tries to look back at me, but I grab the back of her head, forcing her to face forward. Her breath hitches, and I can feel her shiver beneath my touch.
“You like that?” I ask, my voice dropping an octave as I rub my thumb over the pink mark I just left. “You like it when I punish you for being a fucking brat?”
“Fuck you,” she gasps, but her ass pushes back against my hand, seeking more contact.
I smack her other cheek, watching it jiggle from the impact. She cries out, a sound caught between pain and pleasure that makes my dick throb painfully against my shorts.
“I asked you a question,” I growl, leaning over her back so my chest presses against her, my mouth at her ear. “Do. You. Like. It?”
“Yes,” she finally admits, her voice small and breathless. “Yes, okay? I like it. Now will you just fuck me already?”
I straighten up, a smirk spreading across my face as I push my shorts down just enough to free my cock. It springs out, rock hard and already leaking pre-cum. I grab her hip with one hand, using the other to guide myself to her entrance.
“You’re so fucking drenched,” I mutter, sliding my tip through her folds, coating myself in her slick.
“Just shut up and?—“
I slam into her in one brutal thrust, burying myself to the hilt. Her words cut off in a strangled cry as her body stretches to accommodate me.
“Holy fuck,” I groan, gripping her hips hard enough to bruise. “So fucking tight.”
I don’t give her time to adjust. I pull out almost completely before driving back in, setting a punishing pace that has her gasping with each thrust. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, mixed with her little whimpers and my grunts.
“You feel that?” I growl, one hand moving to grab her braids, wrapping them around my fist and pulling her head back. “This is what happens when you challenge me. When you storm into my house and demand things from me.”
“Harder,” she demands, pushing back against me. “If you’re gonna fuck me like you hate me, then do it properly.”
“Say my name,” I demand, pulling out until just the head of my cock is still in her.
“Fuck you,” she spits, trying to push back against me, but I hold her firmly in place.
I smack her ass again, harder this time. “Say. My. Fucking. Name.”
“Lucien,” she gasps.
“Again.”
“Lucien, goddammit!” She’s practically sobbing now, her body trembling with need.
I sink back into her, pushing her head into the mattress and I take all my stress, all my need out on her willing body.
I grip her hips so tight I’m sure she’ll have bruises tomorrow. Every thrust is punishment—for her defiance, for my weakness in wanting her, for everything we’ve done to each other.
“You feel so fucking good,” I growl, driving into her relentlessly. “Is this what you wanted? To be fucked like the little brat you are?”
“Yes,” she moans, her face pressed into the mattress, ass raised high for me. “Don’t stop.”
I tangle my fingers tighter in her braids, using them as reins to control her, to pull her head back until her spine archesbeautifully. The sight of her like this—completely at my mercy makes something primal roar inside me.
“Look at you,” I taunt, slowing my pace to grind deep inside her, making her feel every inch. “Taking my cock so well. You were made for this. Made for me to fuck you senseless.”
“Shut up,” she gasps, her inner walls clenching around me. “Just fuck me and stop talking.”
I laugh darkly, pulling out completely. She whines at the loss, trying to push back against me.
“You don’t get to make demands,” I tell her, flipping her onto her back in one swift movement. I grab her legs, pushing them up toward her chest, folding her almost in half before slamming back into her. “I want to see your face when you come.”
