Tempted by Deception (Deception Trilogy #2) by Rina Kent

Holy shit.

That hurts like nothing I’ve ever felt. It’s like my skin is breaking, but it’s not. The pain is trapped between the air and his belt.

“We’ll start over, Lia.”

“B-but why?”

“I told you to count.”

His belt comes down on my ass again and it’s even worse than the first one, burning my skin and carving himself a place beneath it.

“Should I start over again?” His voice is nonchalant, but it couldn’t be any crueler.

“One…” I whimper.

Swish. Slap.

“Two!” I scream, tears gathering in the corners of my eyes and my ragged breath bouncing off the sofa.

Slap.

“Ahhh…three…” My voice breaks as my legs shake and my stomach flips.

That’s when I feel it.

The deep contraction in my belly and a harsh finger forcing its way through my folds.

“Mmm. I knew you needed pain with your pleasure, Lia.”

“No…no…” I want to erase the evidence he’s gliding his fingers through, the arousal, the deep tingling I’ve felt only a few times before this started when he shoved me facedown on the table and took me without holding back.

Only, now, it seems to have intensified, reaching a new height I never thought existed.

Oh, God.

Is there really something wrong with me? Is that why I’m reacting to his perverse punishment and sadistic dominance this way?

“Deny it all you like, Lia, but your cunt knows what it wants.”

Swish. Slap.

Swish. Slap.

My ass throbs and my arousal keeps coating his fingers. Shamelessly. Relentlessly.

“Four…five…” My voice finishes on a throaty cry when he whips me again. “Six!”

I’m a sobbing mess right now. My tears wet the sofa and seep into my mouth, making me taste salt. A sheen of sweat covers my skin and my burning ass.

I wish that was all there was to it.

I wish I was sobbing only because of the pain, but my pussy pulses with a need as violent as the flames exploding on my ass. The need for release claws to be set free.

The sound of the belt in the air adds more torment and anticipation to the upcoming hit. When it meets my flesh, I sob, “Seven…”

I want to sigh in relief that it’s over, but the ache in my pussy forbids me to. If the whipping managed anything, it definitely got me hot, tingly, and damn fidgety.

The belt hits the ground and Adrian releases my hair. I think he’s finally done, but I feel him sinking to his knees on the carpet behind me.

Before I can watch what he’s doing, his hands grab my aching ass cheeks and he parts them. I moan because of the pain, relief, and something else.

“Adrian…” I sob. “I…please.”

“Please what, Lia?”

“I…don’t know.”

“Of course you do. You just don’t want to admit it.”

“Please…”

“Please make you come?”

I purse my lips, tasting my tears.

“Say it, Lia.”

I shake my head slightly.

“The more you defy me, the harder I deny you.”

“I can’t say it.”

“Yes, you can. You need to own up to your pleasure with me or you won’t get any of it.”

I peek at him behind me. He’s so broad compared to my tiny body, it’s both frightening and a turn-on.

That man will take from me as if he were always meant to, he’ll own me just because he wants to, but he’s also willing to give back just as hard.

However, he has a steep price for that—my complete submission.

“Should I make you come or leave you hot and bothered?”

I swallow.

“I’ll tie you up so you won’t touch yourself all night long, Lia.”

My lips tremble. “Don’t…”

“Say the fucking words.”

I suck in a shaky intake of air. “Please…”

“Please what?”

“M-make me come,” I whisper.

“I didn’t hear that.”

“I want to come.”

His face creases with a beautifully cruel smile that slams straight into my throbbing chest. “There. Good girl, Lenochka.”

And with that, he dives between my legs, his hot tongue sliding from my folds to my swollen clit.

Holy…

“Adrian…ohhh…” My voice is robbed from me when he thrusts his tongue in and out of my opening. His big hands knead my ass, adding a sharp tang of pain to the pleasure he’s eliciting from my core.

He tongue-fucks me like it’s an extension of his punishment, but at the same time, it’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever experienced.

The assault of his tongue in and out of me, licking, biting, sucking, coupled with the burn in my ass is too raw, too hot.

Just too much.

When he nibbles down on my clit, I scream out my orgasm, coming all over Adrian’s tongue. It’s the strongest I’ve had. The most damning, too. I feel like I’m never coming down, that everything is whirring and buzzing and my poor heart will stop, unable to take it all in.

I want to collapse here and now, but I’m more tempted to look at him, to cement this moment by getting a read on his expression.