One Dirty Night - Page 120

“Again…no speaking.” With a tight smile, he added, “I searched for an adult store. I wanted a flogger like the one I used at the circus. I adored the noises you made as each lash landed. Fuck, Ella. Your moans. The way you writhed. The colour your skin turned. How fucking wet you were…” He shook his head, drowning beneath the tingling lust between us. “Unfortunately, it turns out this town is too prudish for such things, and buying toys will have to wait. For now, kitchen utensils will have to do. My palm will have to do.”

I moaned beneath my breath.

Leaning into me, he whispered darkly, “I plan on hurting you, Ella. Extracting your apology out, scream by scream. I want to hear you beg. I want to hear you cry. I want you to be in as much pain as I am because loving you has cracked me wide open and flayed me fucking alive.”

“Nick.” I reached for him.

He grabbed my wrist and pinned it behind my back. “Only once you’re fully contrite for your actions. Only once you vow to me that you’ll never do it again. Only once you’re as broken as I am will I fuck you.”

Desire trickled down my leg, soaking through my drenched underwear.

I squirmed at the wicked sensation.

He grinned. “Are you dripping, Ella? Does knowing that I’m going to punish you turn you on?”

I nodded breathlessly. “Yes, Master.”

“Thank hell for that because I’m harder than I’ve ever been in my life.” With a flash of darkness, he let my wrist go and ordered, “Touch me. See for yourself.”

My hands shook as I rubbed my palm against his throbbing heat.

He hissed between his teeth, his hips rocking into my touch. “Jesus Christ, I need you.” Snatching my hair, he jerked my head back and kissed me.

Hard.

With teeth.

And tongue.

And hot, dark savagery.

I kissed him back, my fingers curling around his cock, squeezing as hard as I could through the denim.

With a guttural grunt, he pushed me away and pointed toward the bathroom. “Go. Before I bend you over the couch.”

Stumbling in a sex fog that turned my entire body into a pulsing storm, I tripped into the bathroom and grabbed the large paper bag from the sink.

Taking it back to him, I did my best to stop shaking as he gave me a rewarding smile. “Good girl.” Taking it, he commanded, “Now…strip.”

I froze.

My heart thundered as he raised an eyebrow.

“I won’t ask again, Ella. Undress. Show me what belongs to me. Show me how wet you are.”

With my blood burning and bones aching, I reached for my zipper and struggled out of my little black dress. The noise of each zipper-tooth coming undone echoed in the thick sexual haze between us.

Nick stiffened as my dress puddled around my ankles, leaving me in a see-through white underwear set with little silver flowers stitched over my nipples.

“Christ, you’re stunning,” he choked. “How…how in the world did I deserve you?”

His worship was out of character for the scene, but it only made me trip deeper into him.

“Because I was born to be yours,” I whispered, unhooking my bra and stepping out of my knickers.

I stood bare before him, proudly, bravely, desperately.

He drank his fill. His eyes lingered on my breasts before following the glittering wet trail of my arousal down my inner thigh. “You’re so ready for me.”