Page 121 of Bad Attitude
“Declan—”
His other hand falls to my belt, finishing what I’d started. In seconds, he’s unfastened it, and the coat falls open. I barely get a chance to reach for the sides before he grasps the collar and yanks it down, stripping it half off my body before I can clutch at it.
“Nice try,” he murmurs, and works it over my arms, pulling it free despite my attempts to stop him. I’m left naked save for my heels, held against his chest, my thighs pressing to the arm of his couch.
“This isn’t—”
“Don’t talk right now,” he says, lips brushing against my ear. “I have you where I want you for the first time indays, and I’m going to take full advantage. You can protest if you want, but it won’t make anydifference. I already owed you a punishment, and that was before youpunched my leg.”
“I’m sorry—”
“I told you not to talk.” His grip shifts to the nape of my neck, pushing me forward. The couch is in the way, and I have no choice but to bend from the waist. He’s pressing up against the back of my legs, forcing me over, my ass lifting and my head and body meeting the cushions.
Could I be any more vulnerable? This isn’t good. Not good at all.
“Declan, please—”
“You don’t listen, do you?” His hand slaps into one ass cheek, driving the breath from me. The sting comes a few seconds later, warming my flesh.
“Fuck!Ow.”
“The correct response is ‘one.’ That’s the only talking I want to hear.”
“The fuck it is. Getoffme.” I’m getting angry again. I try to push myself up, but his hand presses into my back. He has the advantages of weight and leverage; I have neither. And his knee and hips are pressing into me, keeping my legs pinned.
“One,” he says mockingly, then his hand smacks in again, on the same spot, and I gasp. “Can I get a ‘two’?”
“You can get a ‘fuck you.’” I’m still struggling to push myself up, and still making no progress. He’s too damn strong.
The bastard chuckles. “Seems you’ve not been spanked before.”
He’s not wrong. I’ve hardly beenanythingbefore he came along.
“And I’m not going to be now, either.” I’m done with this ‘punishment.’ I’m done with him, with this apartment, with his sex games. And it’s my own damn fault for coming here like this. “Let me go.”
Exactly what I said to him when he had his hand on my arm.
“No.”
Exactly what he replied last time. Damn it.
I try again, reaching for reasonable with an effort. “I don’t want this, Declan. I want you to let me up.”
His fingers dip between my legs, and there’s nothing I can do to stop him. His touch is light, teasing, and so unexpected. I thought he would spank me again, nottouchme, and I’m not fast enough to bite back the whimper that slips out. My ass is raised, and my heels put me practically on my toes. I couldn’t be more exposed to him if I’d… turned up naked beneath a fucking rain coat.
“Smooth,” he murmurs in surprise, playing his fingertips across my labia. “I don’t think you’re being honest with me,” he says, his touch gliding over my pussy. “Your mouth says one thing, your body says another.”
“My body doesn’t control me,” I say throughclenched teeth.
“Your mouth can lie; your body can’t,” he replies, like that’s an excuse. “Do you know how wet you are?”
Fuck.
But I was wet before I even knocked on his door. Wet when he gripped my coat, and stared at me the way he does. Wet when he stripped me and bent me over, even if I didn’t want it.
“God, I could take you like this,” he breathes, pressing his hips against me. I can feel how hard he is through his jeans.
“I saidno.”
