Page 67 of Forbidden Fate
Not regret.
Want.
She wants rough.
I’ll give her rough.
I flip her over and bring my palm down on her ass. Hard. So hard my hand stings, and my hands lost sensitivity to violence long ago.
“That’s it,” she says. “There he is.”
“Who?”
“The man you’re trying so hard not to be.”
Cold slips through me. For a second, the room tilts.
“Robin—”
“No. Don’t retreat now.”
She breathes hard beneath me.
“Slap me again.”
My palm goes down again, harder this time. God, the sting. It flows through my fingers and up my arm, through my whole body, and lands in my cock.
Slap.
Slap.
Slap.
Her ass is a gorgeous pink now. Warm and beautiful.
Slap.
Slap.
Slap.
She moans, arching her back, sliding up onto her knees as if she’s presenting herself.
Her ass gleams. A few more slaps and the rosiness will be crimson. And fuck, that’s what I want. I want to make her beg for it. Beg me to stuff my big cock into her pussy.
She’s impossible.
She’s reckless.
She’s magnificent.
I lift my hand again.
Again.
Again.
Mine.
