hips for several
heartbeats before falling to the floor, the fabric whispering against soft
skin.
Damn, she’s gorgeous. Vegas suppressed the wild
impulse to slam her back against the wall, wrap those shapely legs around his
waist and ram his rock-hard cock into her wet, hot pussy again and again until
she screamed for mercy.
“Vegas.” She must have read the savagery in his face because
she hesitated, twirling one lock of her long brown hair around her finger.
“Come here, Raylee,” he repeated. “If you make me get you,
your punishment will be doubled.” He prayed she’d listen to him because lasting
through one reprimand would be challenging and he couldn’t last through two.
“I saved your life.” Her walk was slow and seductive, her
curvy hips swaying. “I should be rewarded, not punished.”
I have to protect her, train her, keep her safe. Vegas squashed his urge to forgive her.
“You disobeyed direct orders.” He licked his lips, hungry
for a taste of her nipples. “When we work together on missions, you have to
follow my instructions.”
“During these missions…” Raylee nibbled on her bottom lip.
“You could die, Vegas.”
“I could,” he agreed, her concern for him warming his heart.
“I almost died today. Will my death hurt less if you left me now?” Their gazes
met and held, her brown eyes luminous with raw emotion.
“No.” She sighed her acquiescence, surrendering her body,
her mind and her love to him.
“Bend over my lap, Raylee,” Vegas ordered, eager to touch
her.
“But… But…” She wavered and he leveled a hard look on her.
“Okay.” Raylee lowered her torso, her breasts skimming against his skin,
leaving a trail of want and need. He pulled her fully over his thighs, her pert
pale ass in the air.
“Vegas.” Her face reddened and she squirmed, brushing her
stomach against his hard cock.
Fuck, she felt good. He gritted his teeth. “Be still.”
Flattening his hand, he slapped her right ass cheek. Raylee cried out, arching
her back. “Be still.” His damn stubborn woman finally quieted, holding her body
stiffly with her shoulders pulled back. “Better.” Vegas rubbed the red mark,
soothing the burn.
“For your disobedience, you have earned three more strikes.”
He laid one arm across her shoulders, securing her. “You will count,
understand?” She didn’t respond fast enough, so he pinched the dimple above her
cheek, and she yelped. “Understand?”
“Yes.”
“Good.” He raised his hand, waiting, waiting, waiting, as
her body tensed against his, her thighs squeezed together with expectation of
both pain and pleasure. She was so very perfect for him in every way a woman
could be perfect and he would give her what she wanted and dreaded. He smacked
her left ass cheek with more finesse than power, the sound of flesh meeting
flesh ringing out in the quiet.
“One.” Her voice wavered and her eyes watered.
“Good girl.” Vegas ran his stinging palm over her skin, caressing
her crease with his thumb, her diamond-hard nipples dragging across his thigh.
He breathed in the musky scent of her arousal and a bead of pre-cum formed on
his cock head. Fuck. She’d be wet and slick.
His next slap landed on her already tender right ass cheek
and she called his name, digging her fingernails into his legs, marking him as
he marked her, the pain shooting straight to his cock.
“Two.” Tears streamed down her cheeks, her bottom lip
quivering.
Her torment tore at him. Am I being too harsh? Causing
her pain? He slid his hand between her thighs, along her wet pussy, bathing
his fingers in her juices. No. She wants this. She wants my hands on her
body. He spread her moisture over her twice-abused ass cheek, cooling the
heated skin.
“One more,” he warned her and she whimpered, a sound of
need, while her body trembled, the tiny vibrations making his cock bob. Fuck.
I want her so much. He lifted his hand, and she pushed her ass upward,
offering her delicate
heartbeats before falling to the floor, the fabric whispering against soft
skin.
Damn, she’s gorgeous. Vegas suppressed the wild
impulse to slam her back against the wall, wrap those shapely legs around his
waist and ram his rock-hard cock into her wet, hot pussy again and again until
she screamed for mercy.
“Vegas.” She must have read the savagery in his face because
she hesitated, twirling one lock of her long brown hair around her finger.
“Come here, Raylee,” he repeated. “If you make me get you,
your punishment will be doubled.” He prayed she’d listen to him because lasting
through one reprimand would be challenging and he couldn’t last through two.
“I saved your life.” Her walk was slow and seductive, her
curvy hips swaying. “I should be rewarded, not punished.”
I have to protect her, train her, keep her safe. Vegas squashed his urge to forgive her.
“You disobeyed direct orders.” He licked his lips, hungry
for a taste of her nipples. “When we work together on missions, you have to
follow my instructions.”
“During these missions…” Raylee nibbled on her bottom lip.
“You could die, Vegas.”
“I could,” he agreed, her concern for him warming his heart.
“I almost died today. Will my death hurt less if you left me now?” Their gazes
met and held, her brown eyes luminous with raw emotion.
“No.” She sighed her acquiescence, surrendering her body,
her mind and her love to him.
“Bend over my lap, Raylee,” Vegas ordered, eager to touch
her.
“But… But…” She wavered and he leveled a hard look on her.
“Okay.” Raylee lowered her torso, her breasts skimming against his skin,
leaving a trail of want and need. He pulled her fully over his thighs, her pert
pale ass in the air.
“Vegas.” Her face reddened and she squirmed, brushing her
stomach against his hard cock.
Fuck, she felt good. He gritted his teeth. “Be still.”
Flattening his hand, he slapped her right ass cheek. Raylee cried out, arching
her back. “Be still.” His damn stubborn woman finally quieted, holding her body
stiffly with her shoulders pulled back. “Better.” Vegas rubbed the red mark,
soothing the burn.
“For your disobedience, you have earned three more strikes.”
He laid one arm across her shoulders, securing her. “You will count,
understand?” She didn’t respond fast enough, so he pinched the dimple above her
cheek, and she yelped. “Understand?”
“Yes.”
“Good.” He raised his hand, waiting, waiting, waiting, as
her body tensed against his, her thighs squeezed together with expectation of
both pain and pleasure. She was so very perfect for him in every way a woman
could be perfect and he would give her what she wanted and dreaded. He smacked
her left ass cheek with more finesse than power, the sound of flesh meeting
flesh ringing out in the quiet.
“One.” Her voice wavered and her eyes watered.
“Good girl.” Vegas ran his stinging palm over her skin, caressing
her crease with his thumb, her diamond-hard nipples dragging across his thigh.
He breathed in the musky scent of her arousal and a bead of pre-cum formed on
his cock head. Fuck. She’d be wet and slick.
His next slap landed on her already tender right ass cheek
and she called his name, digging her fingernails into his legs, marking him as
he marked her, the pain shooting straight to his cock.
“Two.” Tears streamed down her cheeks, her bottom lip
quivering.
Her torment tore at him. Am I being too harsh? Causing
her pain? He slid his hand between her thighs, along her wet pussy, bathing
his fingers in her juices. No. She wants this. She wants my hands on her
body. He spread her moisture over her twice-abused ass cheek, cooling the
heated skin.
“One more,” he warned her and she whimpered, a sound of
need, while her body trembled, the tiny vibrations making his cock bob. Fuck.
I want her so much. He lifted his hand, and she pushed her ass upward,
offering her delicate
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