“I won’t beg,” she whispered in a last ditch effort of preservation.
Moving quicker than a viper, Khalid yanked her onto his lap—face down, butt up. Not liking the submissive position, Olivia struggled against him. He seemed to take delight in her unwillingness because a smile played along his lips, and his pupils expanded until they blotted out the golden color of his irises and made his eyes appear black.
“You don’t have to beg for what I aim to do.”
His hand snaked under her dress and Olivia stiffened. “Please, Khalid, don’t do this!”
“It’s long overdue. You need to be taught that during the time you are with me you must obey me.” Olivia flinched as his hand slid up the back of one thigh to cup her cheek, massaging it before doing the same to the other. “And just so you don’t forget, you must be taught a lesson.”
Fearing the unknown, Olivia tried to scramble off his lap. To her consternation, he thwarted her last ditch effort with a hand pressed firmly against her back.
“Don’t worry, I keep my promises.”
He rubbed his hand over her bottom, and the gentleness of his touch lulled her senses. So much so, the first blow sent a shock to her system. And by the time she associated the burn in her backside to his raised palm, his hand had fallen again. His hand rose and fell, repeatedly connecting with her flesh.
At some point, Olivia lost count of how many times he’d meted out his “lesson”. She couldn’t concentrate on trivial matters when a much bigger problem had reared its ugly head. In spite of smarting from the abuse, her body had come alive. A curious heat had blossomed between her thighs, and it took all her concentration to not rock her sex into....