Free Broken Halo by Zoey Marcel Page B

displeasure – a combination that rendered
her uneasy. “How was it?”
           “Very
good,” she sighed. “Now may I eat?”
           “You
will eat upstairs.” He lifted her from his lap, hand clamped down tightly on
her forearm as he carried a plate of food and led her upstairs into the master
chamber.
           The
door closing and locking left her discouraged. Sonya tried to grab the plate,
but he led her across the room and shoved her forward so she was bent over a
bench. Her heart rate accelerated when he shackled her wrists in place. “What
are you doing?”
           “I’m
punishing you for lying to me.” He retrieved the black walking cane leaning up
against the wall. A silver carving of a dragon adorned the handle instead of
the traditional balled top, “Do you really think an incubus can't tell the
difference between a real orgasm and a fake one?”
           A
spike of fear leaped in her stomach. “I'm sorry.”
           “Not
yet you aren't.” He caressed her posterior with the cane.
           The
contact thrilled the nerves in her skin just below the surface of the wicked
instrument. “I was just so hungry.”
           “I
know.”
           She
screamed in shock at the sudden strike of death on her backside. The merciless
heat mingled with the biting pain and had her quivering in apprehension of
another blow.
           “Did
that hurt?” His wry tone said he wore a smile from where he stood behind her.
           Sonya
was furious. The pain gradually lessened, but her globes felt tender and heated
now. “Yes, it hurt, you vicious bastard.”
           “Oh,
good. I would have graduated you to the bullwhip if it didn't. I can't have you
unresponsive to my touches no matter how passionate or violent.”
           She
wailed as the cane whacked her twice this time, once on each butt cheek. He
would definitely leave marks on her. “Why?”
           “Why
not, little flower? Do you have any idea how titillating it is for me beating
you like this? Or how lovely your taut, shapely ass looks when it’s blushing at
my violent touch? Or how rouged your facial cheeks will be when I touch you
intimately and bury myself in your virgin body? Tell me you don't want that.”
           “To
be beaten within an inch of my life?” She cringed. Why couldn't she silence
herself? Her snide outbursts would only provoke him further.
           He
leaned forward and breathed carnal heat into her ear in a sizzling whisper.
“Tell me that you don't want to join your body to mine.”
           She
shivered, stifling the gasp of desperation that threatened to rear its horny
head under his indulgent tutelage.
           He
ran his hands up and down her plump arms and nuzzled her neck with his soft,
yet scratchy stubble. Its punishing rasp was a guilty pleasure she relished
even as it threatened to mark her face with its punishing trail. This sudden
bout of cuddliness was sweet and endearing, summoning the spirit of romance
from its dormant slumber.
           Sonya
couldn't be sure of anything in this drunken haze of sexual awakening, but it
did seem like her head tilted into his and nuzzled back. Or maybe she was only
doing that in her thoughts. She knew better in reality. Not that it was even a
battle. She didn't want it. Resistance would be simple. Getting food in her
belly again was looking to be a more challenging feat.
           “Don't
tell me you have never entertained the idea.” He nipped at the place where her
neck and shoulder met.
           She
flinched at the light pinch, unable to believe the way her snatch dripped with
delight because of him. It wasn't right, but it sure felt right feeling his
skin against hers like she always wanted it to be. The balmy wash of his tongue
loving on her left shoulder blade felt amazing.
           “Do
you know how many times I felt the sexual energy permeating off your