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As dark and twisted as that threat sounded, I was even more demented because it excited row, his hand slid between h pressure to cause me to cry out with relief I ached there His touch was all that could ease that sweet ache

"Lift your ass," he said, his voice dropping into a husky whisper

I didn’t argue or pause; I did exactly as I was told

A low chuckle filled the rooive me a reason to lay my hand to this pale skin To see my handprint on your flesh"

Oh Maybe a slap wasn’t so bad after all It would be his led my ass and held my breath

The hard slap I assuh instead, and it stung The second slap was on my back, and the sharp bite of pain was even rowled before tossing s, filling ers My eyes flew open, and the black of his pupils now hid any of his eyes’ hazel color They were dark and dangerous, and it hadn’t woken me He was still here, and I could watch him

There was evil in those black eyes, and I wanted to draw closer His hand worked me until I cried out his name and bucked my hips closer to him

The slap across my face startled me and made me cry out his name at the same time It wasn’t that it hurt, because in the h to draw attention yet not to harm

"Don’t move" He barked his order, and I nodded

Unsure if I wanted to be slapped again or not No one had ever slapped s, but it also ain Did that make s" His demand was sister the warm-honey sound of his words

"You like it when I slap you" His voice was now as excited as it was dark