Page 47 of Scarred Ruin

He was truly a beautiful man, every inch of his body spectacular. There were other scars, but in comparison to those on his face and arm, they were nothing. Yet they were a testament to the difficult life he’d been born into.

While he was rough and tumble, refusing to back down to anyone, the glimpse of the man inside was what kept me from wanting to destroy him. The way he’d been with Mina. The jovial answers when I’d grilled him at dinner.

A true Jekyll and Hyde.

His nostrils flared while allowing me to take a generous look. His biceps were larger than my calves, his chest perfectly carved, falling into true six-pack abs I wanted to trace. The deep V cut leading to his pelvis was a creation of beauty.

And the thick cock between his legs was a masterpiece.

But when he grabbed the belt, I knew exactly what he had in mind.

Something dangerously close to a smile tugged at his mouth.

He was enjoying every minute of being in charge and exposing the ridiculous lies I’d told myself.

Something clicked in my brain that I couldn’t allow this to go any further while the intellectual side of me offered a harsh reminder I’d willingly come to his boat.

Kind of.

Like a predator, he had lured me into this position.

Only I could get myself out.

I shifted, clawing backward on the bed while he remained where he was. He wasn’t about to witness my futile attempt at escaping.

He was even more deliberate in his actions than before. I was very quickly dragged backward by a few inches before being flipped over onto all fours. Before I could consider scampering away, he was on the bed with one arm wrapped around my waist.

My breath caught when I witnessed him lifting the belt and God help me, but my pussy began to throb as it had done before.

This wasn’t about punishment for trying to escape; it was about being told that I would surrender. He didn’t waste time, bringing the thick strap down across my backside with enough force even in his hold I was pushed forward.

At first, I couldn’t react or respond. Yet the discomfort kept me alive and aware. By the fourth crack, both the sound and the wash of heat spreading down my legs awakened the nerves deep within.

Suddenly, it felt as if my entire body was on fire.

My yelp was strangled but audible, enough so his grip became tighter. Especially when I clawed the bedding in hopes of launching myself forward. He was far too strong for me.

The painful punishment continued, the sound alone showcasing his determination. I would not allow him to break my spirit.

With him not making a single sound, the moment became surreal. Why was he doing this to me? What did he hope to gain by this torment?

I cinched my eyes shut, biting back whimpers, but eventually I couldn’t hold back. I tried flailing but it was hopeless. I wasn’t going anywhere until he deemed it acceptable.

One brutal swat after another kept my entire body tingling. The same deep core throb lingered, intensifying every few seconds. Between the haze covering my eyes and the constant jarring motions, I couldn’t think clearly.

Maxsim stopped long enough to brush the rough pads of his fingers down my spine. Did he honestly believe the loving caress would change the way he’d treated me? He slowly dipped his hand between my legs and I instantly squeezed my thighs around his fingers.

But his thumb had already found my clit, continuing a different wave of torment. Damn the man. Damn the way my body responded. I was soaking wet, juice trickling against my skin.

And I hated myself for it.

He was obviously delighted, driving his fingers into my slickness with the expertise from before. My pussy muscles clamped around the thick invasion. The feeling was incredible.

I should be scared of the man. I knew that. Utterly terrified. The fact I wasn’t was either a testament to my resolve or to my growing insanity.

He wasn’t finished, one strike coming after another until I was barely moving at all. There was only the all-consuming heat as he marked my ass.

The rapid beating of my heart.