Free Snare (Delirious book 1) by Clarissa Wild Page A

do you want from me, Miss Carrigan?”
    “I want the truth. You know me. Tell me you do. Tell me you want me. Tell me you need me. I miss your touch.”
    He sniffs in my ear, but then I realize it’s partial laughter. After a while, he opens his mouth, breathing hot air into my ear. I clench my legs together from the heat.
    “I don’t need anyone. Ever.”
    “I know you said I shouldn’t come to you, but I couldn’t go anywhere else,” I whisper in pure despair. I don’t want him to deny me this. I can’t deal with it.
    “You’re right, you shouldn’t have come. You have no idea what you’ve done.”
    “I’m sorry …”
    “You’re messing with the wrong man.”
    I gasp as he reaches for my throat. I squirm under his arms but don’t fight his tight grip pinning me to the wall. Why is he being this cruel?
    “You think you know me?”
    “No … but you know me. You know I need you … I need you, Mister Brand, to make it all okay again.”
    “You need me? You think you need my hands touching you? How does it feel so far?”
    I struggle to stay put with his fingers slowly digging into my neck. I cough.
    He comes close to my lips, almost kissing me. “You think you want this? Guess again.”
    “I do,” I whisper.
    “Fine.”
    With haste, he spins me on my feet, pushing me down until my face is against the wall and my ass is pointing in his direction. He yanks my dress up and rips my panties down in one go.
    “I’ll show you what I do to women that has them shamefully begging.”
    Suddenly, his hand comes down on my ass.
    I yelp in shock. Jesus Christ, he spanked me.
    “Do you like this, Miss Carrigan?” He slaps my ass again, making my body rock up and down.
    I push away from the wall, but he won’t allow me to back away.
    “Oh no, you’re not going anywhere. You wanted me to touch you then let me put my hands all over you.”
    “Not like this …” I whimper as he smacks me again.
    “Yes, like this. You might deny it, but I can tell you’re that kind of lady. Someone who enjoys being conquered.” He groans. “What a nice round, perky ass. Cherry colored as well. My favorite.”
    “You should see it when it’s not painfully red,” I retort in a brief moment of courage.
    He chuckles while spanking me again. “Oh, playing games, are we? I like women who are a little feisty.” He spanks me again, his fingers spreading wide on my ass. “See, now this … this is what I need.”
    He growls as he slaps me again, my skin tingling from the burn. I can feel the burn, and yet it excites me like nothing else. “Didn’t I tell you it was a bad idea to follow me?”
    I know I’m stuck here, but I refuse to believe it was a bad idea. He is Sebastian Brand, and he knows me. I won’t stop until he says he does. However, I never imagined he’d put his hands on me like this. This elevator has us both trapped, and his hands don’t feel like they’re going anywhere else than on my ass right now. I have to deal with this a different way. “I’m sorry, Mister Brand.”
    “Sorry doesn’t cut it.” He smacks me again. “Besides, since you seemed so adamant on having me touch you again, I figured I’d give you what you want.” He jerks my hair and pushes me further down. “Uh-uh, I didn’t say you could leave.”
    “I never asked for this.”
    “Oh, but you did, Miss. See, that’s the problem. You ask but you have no idea what you’re asking for.”
    I growl, and he laughs in return. “Don’t tell me you’re backing out now; it was just starting to get fun.”
    “I’m not.”
    He squeezes my ass, making me squirm. “Pity.”
    The bell of the elevator dings, and then it comes to a stop. We’ve reached the top level.
    His hand leaves my ass, making it feel bare all of the sudden. “Playtime is up. I hope that was enough.”
    Feeling humiliated, I take in a sharp breath while pulling my panties back up and my dress down. “It’s not.” I won’t back down. He might think I’m