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CJ
He held me against the wall, his prisoner. Completely under his control. The sense of danger, of unease, made my heart race, my breathing hitch. God, I was so wet my arousal already coated my inner thighs. I was hot and aching and empty. Beast or man, I didn’t care. I wanted him to f**k me, fill me up. Fingers. c**k. Tongue. I’d take anything he would give me.
Before I could say anything further, his hand came down on my ass with a quick sting. “Hey!” I cried, trying to shift.
“My mate will not behave like this.” He swatted me again, harder, sharper. The burn raced straight through me to my clit, and I gasped, nearly sobbing.
“My mate will not expose what belongs to me to anyone else.” His hand landed on my bare bottom again. Twice. Three times. Four. Each fiery swat made me twis
