Page 150 of I Will Break You
“Please, Xero,” I say, trying not to whine. “I’m really sorry for not eating my breakfast.”
“And?”
“And for throwing cereal and milk in your face.”
“And?”
I gulp. What else does he want from me? I already explained why I couldn’t attend the wedding. Every other transgression in his mind was resolved with maiming or murdering. If I start making things up to fill the silence, I’ll only give him more ammunition.
“Sorry for accusing you of poisoning my breakfast?” I ask.
The next spank lands so hard that I cry out. My entire body shudders, and tears leak from my closed eyes. I don’t know why it took a brutal attack like this for me to fully realize that Xero Greaves is a monster.
“Four,” I moan.
Two more to go.
If I survive.
His thick fingers slide between my folds, gathering up all the moisture. Then he withdraws them and moans. “You smell so good, little ghost.”
I turn around, finding him licking those fingers clean. The chaotic part of my brain reminds me he’s distracted. I could slide off his lap, fling open the door, and run out into the street.
Common sense reminds me that I’m no match for a trained assassin. Xero would catch me before I leave the hallway and then restart the spanks. This time, without the attention to my clit.
Instead of trying to escape, I reach between our bodies and run my fingers over the thick shaft digging into my hip.
“Dirty little ghost,” he growls. “Is that your way of asking for my cock?”
“Yes?” I say.
“Count the next two spanks like a good girl, and I’ll give you more than you can handle.”
Shivers run down my spine. I might fear this maniac, even despise him a little for the damage he’s done to my ass cheeks, butthere’s no denying he can make me feel good. He’s the only man who’s ever chased away my ghosts.
He rubs my clit with up-and-down strokes that make me quiver. Pleasure gathers in my core, and I let my thighs relax. If this is what it takes to get another orgasm, then I’ll gladly take those two spanks.
The next slap lands with a sting my body interprets as pleasure, then Xero rubs rapid circles over my clit. My nerves sizzle, and even more sensation rushes south. I’m panting, gasping, so close to coming that my toes curl.
Sweat breaks out across my brow, and I swear I feel it in the creases behind my knees. Just as my eyes roll to the back of my head, he stops to deliver a spank hard enough to slap me into sanity.
A climax implodes around my clit, sending shockwaves of rapture to every inch of my being.
“Fuck,” I scream, my pussy spasming.
Xero leans into me and chuckles. “I didn’t know you got off on pain.”
I want to tell him that I don’t, but an intense spasm cuts off my ability to speak. No one has ever made me come so hard. It feels like I’ve been plugged into a machine that’s taken control of my motor functions, because all I can do is jerk and spasm.
Before I can even finish, Xero eases me off his lap and onto my knees, so I’m sitting between his spread legs. I grip his thighs, trying to stay upright in the throes of orgasm, when he says something that’s muffled through the roar of blood between my ears.
I stare up at him, blinking stars out of my eyes, waiting for him to repeat the words I didn’t hear.
“Take it out,” he growls.
“Oh.”
With trembling fingers, I undo his fly and reach into his pants. His erection springs out, nearly hitting me in the eye. My mouth waters at the sight of his bulbous cock head. The Prince Albert piercing glints in the sunlight, inviting me to take a closer look.