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“After the wedding, we planned to stay in a hotel for two days. My cock should’ve been buried in my wife’s pussy until we left for our honeymoon. Hence the reason the fridge is empty.”
Alessandra was trying to make peace, and it hurt when Drake snapped at her. The green-eyed monster of jealousy erupted in her gut when he said his wife—meaning Riley, not her. He didn’t have to keep browbeating her because she wasn’t his intended bride. She sighed and began digging through the kitchen drawers, searching for a pen and paper to start a grocery list.
“I can go shopping if you’d like while I’m out and about today,” she offered.
“I truly don’t give a fuck what you do!” Drake’s words stung as much as a slap to the face.
“Are you always such a miserable bastard? Why don’t you just go on your damn honeymoon and leave me alone! I’m not your punching bag.” The words escaped Alessandra’s lips unintentionally.
“What did you call me, Alessandra?” Drake’s tone was cold as ice, and his eyes burned as they locked on hers.
“You heard me! I called you a miserable fucking bastard,” Alessandra challenged.
In a flash, Drake pinned her against the countertop. Her squeak was barely audible over her own thundering heart. Drake pressed against her, and her nipples hardened beneath the lace cups of her lingerie. Her clit throbbed with unfulfilled need at his sudden proximity.
“I won’t tolerate back-talk or disrespect,” Drake firmly responded against her neck.
“Respect is earned. Right now, you haven’t done a damn thing to deserve it.” She shoved Drake hard, but she might as well have hit the granite countertop. Drake captured her wrists and pinned her body with his hips.
“You’re in my house now, little girl. We’re going to set some ground rules.”
Drake ground his hardness against Alessandra’s hip. His hot breath against her skin sent shivers down her spine. The fight ran out of her when his hands tightened on her wrists as he waited for her response.
“Yes, sir,” she answered meekly.
“Good girl.”
Drake bit her neck, causing her to gasp. He grasped her hips and spun her so she faced the counter. He trapped her by thrusting his hips against hers, pressing his arousal against her scantily-clad ass.
“Drake!” she cried out. “What are you doing?”
“Do not speak until given permission. Understood?”
“Yes, sir.”
Drake grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her head back, causing her back to arch. He growled in her ear, “I didn’t give you permission, naughty girl.”
Drake lifted one hand and spanked her ass so hard she whimpered. His hand connected several more times, alternating cheeks. Each time she bit her lip to keep from sobbing wantonly. She was on her toes by the time he finished, sticking her ass back into his crotch. There was no hiding the effect he had on her.
“Now be a good girl and pull your panties off, Alessandra. I want to see my mark on your beautiful ass.”
His command confused her as she was wearing a thong. Clearly, he’d be able to see her already. She fought the instincts to submit blindly and decided to test his dominance by replying sassily.
Alessandra lowered her hands to the waistband of her panties while Drake’s eyes narrowed, watching with bated breath. She toyed with them just a moment before hesitantly biting her lip.
“I gave you an order, Alessandra. Lower your panties and let me see my handprints on your ass.” His words burned her skin.
Alessandra rubbed her thighs together, hoping for some friction to soothe her achy, wet core. She wanted to give in and obey the silver-tongued devil, but she shook her head.
“Bratty subs get punished. Do you enjoy being spanked like a naughty little girl? Does the idea of being disciplined turn you on?” Drake spanked her again and squeezed her sore globes.
“You could remove them for me, sir,” Alessandra mewled.
Drake growled before fisting the lace and tearing it from her body. She flushed at his scrutiny. He admired his handiwork while caressing and rubbing her tender flesh. He followed up with slight taps that elicited a feral response from her. Her body sent mixed signals to her brain until she could no longer think straight.
She wanted to beg for mercy but didn’t know what she would say, only that she needed more. Drake’s touch became lighter as he massaged her to soothe the sting. Such tenderness caused Alessandra to break into a sweat.
“You’re simply beautiful.”
