“Yes, you are. Do you want to be treated like a slut, Lia? Is that it?”

My words catch at the back of my throat when he lifts my dress to my waist. Cold air covers my backside despite the heat that’s on in my apartment.

Adrian cups me through my plain cotton panties and I gasp. Him touching me isn’t a novelty but more like meeting an old lover. And not just any lover, the only skilled lover who’s ever known how to twist my body in all the right ways possible.

But I’ve never had such a lover before. I’ve never been caught in an erotic maze by a mere touch as I am with Adrian.

Why did it have to be him, of all people?

“Mmm. You’re soaking wet. Is it because of being called a slut or being forced into this position?”

Either. Both. I don’t know.

I honestly have no clue what’s going on right now.

I should feel shame at being held down with my half-naked body in his full view. I should fight and get away from his strong killer hands and all the havoc they wreak.

But I can’t.

I tell myself it’s so he’ll leave me alone afterward. I tell myself it’s some fling like all the others, but those words fade into the background when he puts his hands on me.

Adrian bunches the underwear in his hand so it’s snapped in a tight line and rubs it against my clit in harsh, merciless strokes. My thighs clench in a fruitless attempt to stop the madness, but Adrian ups his rhythm until I’m trembling against the table.

The pleasure he wrenches out of me hooks against my bones and pulls me under. It’s not even about the pleasure, it’s about the monster who’s inflicting it. The unapologetic, savage monster who will stop at nothing to get what he wants. As I fall apart, biting my lip to stop from screaming, I realize that’s the reason I’ve been caught up in him since the first time he kissed me.

I’ve always secretly liked the type of man who takes whatever he wants while flipping the world the middle finger. No clue what that says about me as a human being, and in my defense, I’ve been doing just fine hiding that guilty pleasure all these years.

But before now, I didn’t have this mountain of a man in my life. I didn’t expect I’d meet someone who would put that fantasy into a literal application.

I’m still riding my orgasm when a slap reverberates in the air and the burning sting registers on my ass cheek. I freeze, my heart nearly stopping from the sudden onslaught of pain over pleasure.

Adrian just…spanked me.

“What…what was that for?” I ask in a breathy tone, still fighting the remnants of my orgasm.

“That was for hiding your voice from me. Don’t do that again.” He slaps me a second time and I jolt against the table, both of my hands gripping the edge tightly.

“Okay, I w-won’t.”

Slap.

My body jerks at the assault and foreign tingling erupts between my thighs.

Holy shit.

“I said I won’t…” My voice breaks with the need to contain my moans.

“But you used that juvenile word.” He spanks me again, leaving a pulsating burn on my skin and a clenching in my core.

I gasp, heat rising to my ears. “What was that for?”

“Because I wanted to. Mmm. You’re surprisingly responsive.” He teases a finger at my entrance and I flinch at the hot contact, or maybe it’s me who’s hot. “You like being spanked into obedience, Lenochka.”

“No…” I moan the word, unable to stay still.

“Oh, but you do. Look at how your cunt is inviting me in.”

“Stop it.”

“Stop what?”

“Torturing me.”

“Why do I think you like it? You hate how much you want it, but you don’t hate the sensations it creates inside you.”

I dig my nails into the wood, waiting, holding my breath for him to do something. He teases my entrance, coating it with my own juices and pushes his finger inside, but before I can really feel him, he pulls out.

It takes everything in me not to groan in frustration. It’s been a long time since I was this turned on, this attuned to my body’s needs as if it was the only path to my survival. Hell, I’ve never been this turned on in my life, except for the last time he brought me to orgasm.

“You want my fingers, Lia?” he asks in a seductive tone, one I’ve never heard before, one that’s heightening the state of my arousal.

“Mmmm…” I release an unintelligible sound.

“What was that? I didn’t quite catch it.”

“Yes…” Shame rings in my ears as I breathe in and out, unable to gather my bearings.

“That’s a good slut.”

“I’m not…a slut,” I manage to mutter.

“Then are you a good girl?”

My heart thuds faster at those words.

“Whether you’re a good slut or a good girl depends on how you obey orders, Lia.”

My stomach clenches and the malevolent butterflies from the last time slash through it, wrecking any semblance of control I thought I was wielding. It was cartoonish all along, meaningless, and with no actual impact. Because the one who has been holding the power in his brutal hands from the get-go is the man who’s standing behind me, confiscating my air and my sanity.

“You won’t get my fingers, though.”

“W-what…?”

“It’s time I claim you.” While he’s still gripping me by the hair, I hear the unmistakable unbuckling of a belt and the unzipping of pants.

The rhythm of my heart turns scary. Worse than when I have intense workout sessions. Worse than any frightening moment I’ve experienced in my life.

And I realize with terror that it’s because the fear is now mixed with something entirely different. It starts with my sticky inner thighs and ends in my overstimulated core.

He leans over my back and I’m acutely aware of the massive erection nudging against my ass.

Oh, God.

I don’t need to see him to know he’s huge. It’s been a long time for me, so there’s no way in hell I’ll be able to take him.

I close my eyes when his hot breath meets my ears and he murmurs, “I’m going to fuck you so hard, you won’t be able to move, Lia, and when you do, you’ll only feel me inside you.”

I don’t get to analyze his words as he tugs on my underwear and rips them off me. I gasp, both at the barbaric action and the friction that follows at my clit.