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Spanking Threats -
Over 18 years old.
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Black
Rose by Christian Skye
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Then his lazy façade shattered. With a savage growl,
he thundered across the room and jerked her from her
chair. "Oh, I'll know, Tess Leighton. But first…"
Seizing her hands, he hauled her against his chest.
Tess twisted in silent fury, fighting his iron grip,
fighting the savage heat of his body. "Go to hell and
toast your eyebrows, for all I care! But leave me
alone damn you!"
"Ah, but that's the very last thing I mean to do," the
viscount snarled, his lips twisted in a cold mockery
of a smile. :No, what I mean to do is pick up
precisely where we left off. Beginning with that
night in your father's gate house at Fairleigh. You do
remember that night, don't you my love?" His fingers
tightened punishingly on her wrists.
Painful images swarm before Tess's eyes, fragments of
memory more cruel than his ruthless fingers. Dear God,
could she never put the past behind her?
"I remember, you swine," Tess hissed. "But it seems
you do not. If your memory were better, you'd remember
that we left off nowhere- and with nothing! Can't you
get that through your thick skull? Even now?" With a
choked, angry cry she drew back her foot, taking aim
and just as Jack had once taught her.
Instantly, Ravenhurst pivoted, then drove his knee
between her flailing legs. At the same moment his
fingers dug into her straining hips and forced her
forward until she was anchored against his thigh. His
dark eyes glittered with triumph. "You wanted me to
believe that, didn't you? But it won't work. I didn't
believe it then, and I don't believe it now!
Tess gasp, twisting helplessly, feeling the hard blade
of his arousal through her thin skirts. She jerked
her hands wildly, desperate to rake him with her
nails, but his granite arms held her captive. "Then my
lord," she spat, "you are a fool whose conceit knows
no bounds!"
Grim-faced, Ravenhurst cupped her slim hips and ground
his rampant manhood against her. "Not conceit, my love
- just raw, hard fact. You see, nothing changed
between us Tess," he snarled. "You burned for me once
and by God I'll see you burn for me again. But I
warn you - one more trick like that will find you over
my knee while I teach you some manners!"
"I'd like to see you try!
Ravenhurst's fingers tightened on her hips. "Don't
tempt me, little hellcat. Nothing would give me
greater pleasure than leaving my palm prints all over
your sweet, pouting bottom."
Wild with fury, Tess wrenched against his grip, only
to find herself quickly overwhelmed. His hands were
granite-hard from years of fighting cables and furling
sails. She could feel exactly where the rough
calluses scraped her writs.
Still she fought, her cheeks flooding crimson. But
every movement drove her more intimately against his
aroused body, making her savagely aware of the rigid
column of muscle digging into her thighs.
And she hated herself for that awareness.
"You're just like all the rest of your arrogant set!
It's some kind of sick game you play, isn't it? The
eternal thrill of the chase! Well, I'll not be your
prey, do you hear? And I'll never surrender - not to
you nor anyone else.
Slowly Ravenhurst captured her straining wrists within
one powerful hand. Some dark, fleeting emotion came
and went in his eyes. "Oh far more than a game, my
dear," he whispered harshly, reaching our to anchor
her face in his free hand. "And cease these
comparisons to the other men who've shared your bed.
I'll make you forget them soon enough, I assure you."
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