“You were doing so well with the pleading and negotiating.” He tutted, tracing my lips with his forefinger.
“Vinn, take a breath. Think about what you’re doing!”
“Oh, I am.” He yanked my arms, pinning me against his chest. “You’ll remember me whenever you sit. When you step out of the shower. When you meet my gaze at a social function and I smile.”
A spanking?
Oh my God, he couldn’t be serious. Shame flooded my cheeks as I pictured my flayed body underneath Vinn’s. My pulse throbbed so hard that he probably felt my fear.
“Fuck you,” I growled, hating myself for trembling. “I will get you for this, Vinn Costa. I swear to God, I will ruin you.”
He smiled a rare grin that would’ve made me melt like butter if he weren’t such a monster.
“We both know I run this town. I’m untouchable. You, however…” Vinn palmed my back, bending me. “You’re begging to be slapped, groped, and fucked.”
He gave my ass a condescending tap. Then his palm lifted.
WHACK!
Agony burst across my skin. He landed another blow. The force knocked the protest from my mouth.
Vinn’s big hand struck me. Pain returned with a flash. I jumped forward, gasping with the fierce sting. Agony spread from cheek to cheek as his palm rained hellfire. He hit me—I couldn’t believe it. Humiliation flushed my neck and face as he unleashed his rage. The more I struggled, the harder he smacked. He alternated between open-palmed blows and sharper swipes, hitting me so hard that tears slammed into my eyes. I bit my lip to keep from crying. It hurt, but the shame of a man I’d held a torch for beating me into submission was a thousand times worse.
Vinn stopped. He stroked the raw skin as I clung to the table, shaking. A thrill knotted in my stomach as his fingers scraped my thong, pulling it to my knees.
“What are you doing?”
Vinn answered with a brush of his fingers on my inner thigh, the sensual touch lighting me on fire. He continued to spank me. With each strike, he was a little bolder, following my curves to intimate places.
Oh my God.
“Vinn, please. Please let me go.”
“Tell me you’re sorry and that you’ll be a good girl.”
“I’m sorry. I’ll be…” I trailed off, swept in the heat blooming in my body. “Jesus.”
He pinched me. “Say it.”
I gritted my teeth. “I’m sorry I told the fucking truth!”
“Li, I can give it to you much harder.”
I bit my lip against the delightful shiver of wanting.
Do it.
The challenge almost tumbled from my mouth. Graphic images flooded my head, my pulse racing. I enjoyed this. I’d never known that I liked it rough. Waves of shock slapped me. I could’ve laughed at the irony, but he would get more forceful and then…it’d be obvious that he’d affected me.
I couldn’t let him find out. “Enough. Stop.”
“You know what to say.”
“I-I’m sorry.” I licked my dry lips. “I’ll be a good girl.”
“And you won’t tell Michael.” He tweaked the burning muscle, his voice smoldering. “Because if you do, my retribution will be a lot worse than a sore ass.”
My stomach dropped.
I couldn’t believe what I heard. “Are you threatening me?”
“Yes,” he said, grinning. “I am.”
He squeezed.
I gasped.
The pain sharpened from the dull ache, and then his palm lingered below my ass. A small noise rumbled from his chest, an appreciative groan that charged the atmosphere.
This felt different.
Dirty.
He swept the curvature of my hip, his grip tightening and loosening. He cupped my cheeks, stroking my curves. The burn from my wound spread inward, seeping through me, diving between my legs.
What the hell?
A delicious shudder heated my body, and then he yanked me upright. My bound wrists bumped into his groin. He hooked his neck over my shoulder, his closeness tingling my belly.
“Next time, I’ll take it further.”
My breathing hitched.
He wouldn’t dare.
Shock zinged up and down my spine as Vinn slid from my thighs. He shifted the fabric over my flaming skin, but his hard body stayed glued to mine.
I splayed my hand over a rigid muscle. As I touched him, he inhaled sharply. I moved over the thick bulge and traced the mushroom head—holy fuck—and I rubbed his cock.
I released him.
“Keep going.” His velvety command slicked my body with liquid heat. “Since you’re so concerned about my size.”
Now he was inviting me to touch him?
“Vinn, this isn’t right,” I stammered, suspended in a freefall. “You don’t talk to me like this.”
“I do now.”
I opened and closed my mouth, unable to string a sentence together. My shattered thoughts lay in pieces. I couldn’t pick them up fast enough.
“I-I didn’t mean—I wasn’t coming on to you.”
Vinn pressed his mouth into my ear. “Now you’re acting like the blushing virgin?”
I am a virgin.
My cheeks flamed. “Vinn.”
“Touch me.”
It was a command, not a plea.
I shouldn’t have played along with his twisted game, but he left me little choice, with my hands confined and his pelvis grinding into my ass. I drifted from across his slacks to the hardness. Somehow, his warmth smoldered here. I wrapped my fingers around him.
Vinn’s grip bit into my arm.
Tension loosened my muscles. My palm moistened as it followed his length. He was so big that he made laying pipe an accurate visual. I couldn’t imagine that monster fitting anywhere. I tightened my grip, moving up and down, warmth chasing the ice in my limbs. My body ached with the need to be touched, a need that grew as Vinn’s cock thickened. He was so hard it made me feel powerful. The fact I’d done that to him was intoxicating.
He grabbed my hand, stilling my movements. “Touch me, not jerk me off.”
His judgmental tone should’ve annoyed me, but I couldn’t stop shaking. Vinn wasn’t supposed to be attracted to me. His heart hammered my back. His breathing slowed, as though he struggled to regain his composure. He uttered a soft curse, but he didn’t immediately let me go. Vinn clenched my fist.
“Well, now you know who you’re dealing with.” His silky voice boomed through me. “Next time, it goes in your mouth.”
“What?”
“You heard me.”
I didn’t believe him.
Maybe I’d wake up to find this was a bizarre wet dream. I touched my seashell necklace after he ripped at my restraints, freeing me. Vinn whirled me around, fingers biting into my shoulders.
I tried to throttle the dizzying current racing through my body as he closed the distance between us. Red stained his neck and face. I’d never seen him so agitated.
“I don’t want you dating Leo. Understand?”
Vinn grabbed my chin, frying the oxygen in my lungs. His black pools danced over me before settling in one place.
My mouth.
“You so much as bat your eyes in Leo’s direction, and I will make you dig his grave before I kill him.”