“Since I rescued you last night, I believe I have every right.”
“You . . . you arrogant asshole!”
“Watch your mouth, Lucia.” Roaming closer to me, he moved with a predator’s grace.
Even beneath the finely tailored suit, his muscles seemed to bunch and flex with barely restrained power. He was a towering threatening presence in front of me as his irises turned turbulent blue.
Too much strength emanated from him, and I couldn’t meet his gaze any longer.
Moving to my leather bag which lay unzipped on his bed, I spied an item at the top that surprised me yet again. The bottle of my favorite perfume was carefully packed and just peeking out.
Some of the fight whistled out of me as my eyes flicked to my abductor.
He watched me carefully, his Adams apple bobbing as he swallowed slowly.
I opened the bag wider. He hadn’t just tossed clothing in haphazardly as I would’ve expected. He’d taken some care, which confused me all the more.
But then he shook one of the medicine bottles beneath my nose. “What should you be taking, Lucia.”
My ire ignited, I grabbed the orange containers from him and threw them back into the bag. “I know the damn doses.”
“You have anxiety? Depression? What?” Arkady folded his arms across his chest, legs braced wide apart, looking bigger than ever.
“Oh, did you Google that?” I retorted in my most sarcastic tone.
His face became thunderous, but I was impervious. I didn’t want him delving into my deepest darkest secrets I’d shared with exactly no one.
“I want to know if I need to get you professional help, Lucia.”
“Professional help?” I all but laughed. “You’re holding me prisoner and have the sheer audacity to pretend to worry about my wellbeing? What is wrong with you?”
“I asked you a question. If you don’t answer, I’ll gladly gag you again so you can stop making excuses.”
“I have it under control!” The shout stole from my throat.
I jerked back when he reached out to touch me. “Did you steal my panties too?”
I wanted him angry, not pitying me or asking about the cuts on my legs or my heaps of meds.
In the next instant, his whole demeanor changed. Gone was any semblance of sympathy.
Fire sparked in his eyes, his lips flattened, his nostrils flared. “If you are trying to get a rise out of me, you’ve succeeded.”
Striking fast, he grasped me by both shoulders. He snatched me around so quickly, my hair whipped across my face.
He marched me ahead of him with long strides right up to a full-length cheval mirror.
I faced the looking glass, peering uncertainly at him over my shoulder.
“Hands on the sides of the mirror, dragotsennaya printsessa. You’re going to need to brace yourself.” Arkady’s devilishly deep voice throbbed at my ear and robbed me of breath.
“What are you—”
Arkady cut my words clean off with his hand traveling up the center of my back to lightly clasp me around the neck. “I’m going to do what you’ve been asking for all along, Lucia.”
He bent me forward and kicked my feet out before his low uttered order made me arch my back. “Push that plump ass out. Now.”
Eyes widening at his demand, I expelled a staggered breath as unexpected heat traveled all through my insides. I obeyed him instinctively and almost purred when I heard his deep groaning sound of purely male approval.
Brace yourself.
My breath held.
I’m going to give you what you’ve been asking for all along.
I dripped with anticipation that overtook any anxious feeling I’d ever had.
Arkady’s first spank on the flesh of my ass caused sparks to flicker all across my body.
“Oh my god!” I held the mirror even tighter, spinning into that strange hypnotism he compelled.
His masculine grunt vibrated through the air between us.
More smacks peppered my rear end, and I felt the heat of his palm radiate through the thin layer of my clothes.
Each strike came faster, harder—the way I imagined he fucked.
Why am I thinking this?
I moaned, steeped in the steamy arousal that delivered me right here. Right now. Just from my captor’s most unexpected actions. Illicit lust danced across my skin, and I gasped with each blow. Each blow that conjured a deeper more desirous reaction.
I watched in the mirror. Messy hair licked all across my face, and I was unable to look away.
The way he dominated me so sexually without even touching bare skin had me crying out with each spank as my ass heated, my nerves pinged, my body became completely alive.
He stood so darkly powerful behind me, shoulders bunching and releasing with each slap.
His gaze trained on my bottom.
His hand gripping my neck.
My own eyes fogged over, heavy-lidded and darkening with unreal desire
Arkady’s will would not be denied and, lord help me, I wanted to defy him further for more of this tantalizing treatment.
Somehow, Arkady moored me in a moment that eclipsed all else and centered me in pure, thrilling, forbidden arousal.
“Please . . .” I didn’t recognize the smoky voice as mine.
I grasped the edges of the mirror harder, intense sensations traveling from each sensual blow. Radiant pleasure spread from my ass to my breasts that swung with each zapping smack.
His breath sounded heavier, another series of strikes stinging and hot.
“Please what?” Drawing his fingers along my neck, he turned my face to his. “Please keep spanking you or please fuck you until your legs are so weak you can’t walk?”
Uhn.
I couldn’t answer. I couldn’t speak.
I mewled when he pressed right against my ass. His hard cock rested in the crevice of my cheeks, an undeniable and so much wanted pressure.
I ground my bottom into him, heady sensuality whirling through me.
The spanking stopped, and I watched as he leaned slightly from his hips. He so, so slowly rode his cock up and down the seam of my ass, wetness pooling in my panties.
Shivering heat made me tremble, and an aching need grew heavy in my sex.
He grunted again, and his hands became gentler. They swept from my shoulder blades to my bottom as I shuddered continuously.
Breathing raggedly, I pushed back at him. His rigid erection dragged against my ass, and a low sound rumbled from the depths of his chest. Then he roamed to my side, and I slowly straightened up. Tight heat swarmed between my thighs and right up to the tips of my breasts. My clit even tingled as if with one more touch I’d come.
His handsome face looked hawkish. His chest heaved. He brought his lips to mine with the lightest most tempting kiss of warm firm lips widening over mine.
And I moaned breathily.
Only a loud ding that had to come from his phone pulled his mouth from mine.
I watched through half-mast eyes, still not sure my legs would be able to hold me up.
Arkady dug out his phone and quickly checked whatever appeared on the screen. Then he turned half away from me, and his head craned back. He blew out a breath, shook his head, came back to me.
Pulling me into an embrace, he instantly steadied me. He put me back on solid ground with his arms clasped so securely around me.
I didn’t understand this weird power he had over me—over my thoughts, my mind, my body.