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“I want you to leave.” My voice is barely convincing to my own ears.

“I’m not leaving.” “I’ll leave then.”

“Oh, baby. You think you have a choice?” He chuckles mockingly. “I’m going to spank this arse,” he grabs my cheek in his huge palm, squeezing it so hard I’m unable to keep the whimper in. “Until you get it into your pretty little head, that you cannot run away from me.”

“I’ll try again, I’ll do it over and over—” a loud slap rings in the air and my breath pauses. My arse tingles from where he hit me and I scream so loud it burns my throat.

“You’re not leaving me.” His hands coming around my waist as he lifts me again, taking large steps before stopping in front of my bed as he settles down on it with me in his lap.

“You’re. Not. Leaving. Me.” He repeats but I heard him just fine the first time. “You’re not leaving me, you hear me?”

I’m nodding only because he’s chanting it like a mantra and he doesn’t relent.

His hands gripping my hair firmly at the root, not painfully. “You’re not leaving me.”

I finally grab the undertone of panic beneath his voice, he’s saying it for himself. It’s no longer a question, but an answer to whatever is going on in his brain.

He turns me around, draped across his legs, facing downward. My weight balances against his thighs as he keeps on mumbling the same words and gropes my arse.

I try to turn my head and look at him, but his grip on my neck is persistent.

“Say, ‘I won’t leave you’ and maybe I’ll show you some mercy.” He mutters and when I don’t speak, he slams his hand on my right arse cheek. “No mercy it is.” He hums as if relishing in the vile act.

I squirm in his lap, letting out a choked breath. Fuck.

“Count, malyshka.” He strikes again. “We’ll stop when you say the words.”

“Stop.” I tell him firmly only for him to let loose a maniacal laugh.

“No Elara, we’ll stop when you say ‘I won’t leave you’.” I mentally hit myself and moan wantonly so loud when his palm lands on my other cheek.

“Three.”

“Nope.” He hits again. “Start with one.” And again.

“But that’s five.” A scream bubbling in my chest escapes once again as he spanks my arse, humming as if my squirming is giving him immense pleasure.

“Did you fail maths, solnyshko?” He leans down and presses a soft kiss to my shoulder.

Such a sweet gesture for a wicked person. I shrug and nod when I feel his hand lifting.

It lands and for the love of God, I moan. “One.”

“That’s a good girl.” He drops an awarding kiss on the spot he just assaulted, rubbing his palm over it gently to soothe the pain.

His lips travel upwards, kissing my spine, my shoulders and then my neck. And fuck if that doesn’t warm my heart.

His hand rises again and hits the other cheek, making me moan in want and desperation.

My body is a live wire, currents running through and if he wanted to fuck me against a wall right now, I wouldn’t object.

His large hand covers my entire cheek as he rubs it, the desire to feel his skin against mine, the urge to just crawl up his body and tear his clothes off.

I was turning into a sex hungry monster.

His hand slams on my arse so hard, my stomach rubs against his hard cock and he growls masking his very own guttural groan. “T-two.”

“You thought you could leave me?” He spanks again. “Three.”