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CORRUPTED: A Dark Bad Boy Romance (The Angel’s Keepers MC) by April Lust (68)


 

Nora

 

“Now stop crying and dry your tears,” he said, letting me go and backing away from me.

 

Suddenly, my wrists were free, and his weight lifted from my body. I could move again, but my body didn’t want to respond. Strangely enough, I could still feel his hands around my wrists, his weight holding me against the wall, and the hard desire between his legs. It grew harder and thicker the more I had tried to argue with him.

 

I wiped my eyes and cheeks. I sniffled as I tried to take a few slow, deep breaths to calm myself and make myself stop crying. I had never been put in a position like that. How did I even end up here, with a stranger telling me to give him children? How did that happen?

 

“Are you really going to make me give you a child?” I asked with a shaky, teary voice.

 

“I’m not going to make you do anything,” Mark said. “You’re going to do it because you want to.”

 

I chuckled. “Not likely,” I said.

 

He reached out and grabbed me by the back of my neck. He pulled me close to him as my body stiffened from shock and fear. His lips were close enough to mine to kiss.

 

“I’m going to have to give you a spanking,” he said.

 

“What?” I asked. Unbelievable. But he sounded and looked completely serious, like he wasn’t proposing something outrageous.

 

“You’re going to have to learn that I’m in complete control of you now. You will be obedient,” he growled at me.

 

He pulled me away from the wall and pushed my head down, making me walk hunched over. I wasn’t used to having to answer to someone, not like this.

 

“What are you doing?” I asked as he started to walk me away from the living room.

 

“I’m going to help you understand that this kind of disobedience will not be tolerated,” he said, pushing me toward the short hallway leading to my bedroom.

 

He pushed me onto my bed, flat onto my stomach. I started to roll over, expecting him to try to take me on the bed right then, to seal the deal, and make me his. He put a hand on my shoulder to stop me.

 

“Get up on your knees,” he told me instead.

 

I did. I knew I was in trouble then. I knew I had gotten myself into something I had never experienced before. But I didn’t know what to expect as one of his large, firm hands rubbed my ass through my jeans.

 

He ran his hand all over my ass, even sliding it down between my legs and rubbing my upper thighs. I drew in a sharp breath as his hand pressed against me through layers of fabric. He was commanding. Even his touch dominated me.

 

He reached around and undid my belt and the front of my jeans. Then he slid my jeans down to my bent knees, exposing the thong I was wearing – that I had actually worn for Ryan, to try to entice him to finally have sex with me after leaving the clubhouse.

 

“Nice,” he muttered behind me, wrapping his fingers around the waist of my thong and pulling it down as well, exposing all of me to him.

 

“Don’t hurt me too much,” I said in a teasing tone. I was used to this. I was used to having to play the part of the willing partner. But I had never played it quite like this. I had never been bent over on my bed and told I was going to be disciplined for being defiant. I had never been in trouble like this.

 

It was new. And surprisingly enough, it was exciting. There was an element of uncertainty to it that thrilled me. The anticipation of whatever he was about to do drove my body wild.

 

“You don’t get to tell me what to do to you. Do you understand?”

 

He spanked me. His hand stung my cheek, and after the initial clap of his hand against my ass, there was a slow burn right where his hand had been.

 

I cried out, a quick, loud yelp. It was a mixture of pain and surprise. It felt like I could feel where each finger had landed on my ass.

 

“You still haven’t answered,” he said. “Do you understand? You do not tell me what to do to you.”

 

“Yes, I understand,” I said. I closed my eyes as I talked.

 

“Yes, what?” he demanded.

 

“Yes, sir,” I said. He wasn’t going to settle for letting me play a role. He wanted to make sure I genuinely submitted to him.

 

Another slap across my ass. I cried out a little less that time. There was something liberating in giving myself over to him this way. I was surrendering my ego, my attitude, all of the stress that had built up inside me. By making me accept him as my master, he was taking all of those things away from me.

 

He spanked me again. I had expected it to hurt worse each time, but even though the after-burn had grown white hot, the initial smack wasn’t as bad as it had been the first time.

 

“Thank you, sir,” I said, licking my lips. I wanted to say or do whatever it took to let him know I appreciated his discipline, his control, and his attention.

 

I felt my own desire for him growing. Unlike the boy before him, Mark had the power to bring me to my knees. I wasn’t doing it out of a sense of duty or routine like I had with Ryan.

 

He rubbed my ass again and slid his hand down between my legs. He parted my lips with his fingers, and I could feel my juices spreading with his touch. I was so turned on by him.

 

“Your pussy is so wet,” he said, his voice heavy with desire.

 

I moaned as he slid two of his thick fingers into me, spreading my tight hole open to receive them. He stroked my g-spot with his fingers inside me. With his other hand, he spread me open and ran the tip of one of his fingers across my clit. As soon as he touched me, my muscles clenched and my body shook.

 

“Oh fuck, Mark,” I called out, gripping my sheets in my hands.

 

“That’s what I’m talking about,” he said. “That’s a good girl right there.”

 

He started working me with both hands, and it was all I could do not to scream. My pussy clenched around his fingers. My fingers clenched the sheets. I squeezed my legs together and shut my eyes tight. I opened my mouth to cry out and nothing came out but my breath, escaping me in ecstasy.

 

“Let it out, baby,” he said. “Don’t be quiet.”

 

“Shit,” I hissed as my body shook under the touch of his fingers. The shaking didn’t stop. It grew stronger and stronger as my ecstasy grew until I almost collapsed under the weight of my pleasure.

 

I felt myself growing wetter and wetter, wetter than I had ever been. I felt like I was dripping. Then, it happened.

 

I cried out as I gripped the sheets, clenched down on his fingers, pressed my thighs together, and came. My body shivered. Tremors of pleasure rolled through me like an earthquake.

 

He slowly pulled his fingers out of me and pulled his hand away from my clit. Then, one last time, he smacked my ass. It shook my whole body. I didn’t even cry out. I sucked my breath in between my teeth, as the sharp pain only heightened the remnants of my ecstasy.

 

I let out a shaky breath and shuddered again.

 

I opened my eyes and realized that throughout the whole thing, I had been mostly dressed. My jeans and panties were down around my knees, exposing my ass and pussy for him, but everything else was still covered.

 

I covered myself again. I had surrendered to him — I had allowed myself to be more vulnerable for him for a brief moment than I had allowed myself to be with anyone else. While it had felt good in the moment, I wondered why I had been so willing to submit to him.

 

I turned over and sat up on the bed. He remained standing in front of me, looking down at me with desire and satisfaction in his eyes. He wiped his fingers on his jeans and grinned.

 

“I can promise you all the financial security and protection you would expect from me if you give me a son,” he said in a cold, almost automatic-sounding tone. “The sooner, the better. If you give me a son, you will be set for life. If not, I can’t promise anything. And the guys will start to wonder what they’re taking chances for.”

 

I sensed something at the end. His voice seemed to falter, as if the idea that his guys could lose faith in him disturbed and upset him.

 

“It doesn’t have to be marriage or anything like that either,” he added, shaking his head with a sour look on his face. “That’s a dirty word. No, all you have to do is give me a son.”

 

I sized him up, standing there in front of me like nothing had happened between us. He wasn’t exactly pretty, but there was a distinct masculine quality to his chiseled features that couldn’t be denied. He was hard, solid. He was lean and muscular with dark hair and dark eyes. He was a commanding man who knew what he wanted and wasn’t afraid to demand it.

 

“I agree,” I said finally. “I agree to all of your terms.”

 

Hell, if he could please me like that every time, there was no need to agree. He could take me like that whenever he wanted to for all I cared. And if his hands were that skilled, I wondered what the main course was like.

 

If I could do my part for Ryan, I could definitely do the same for Mark. But I had a feeling Mark was going to demand much more of me in the bedroom than Ryan ever did. I was going to have to be truly submissive for him, in ways I had never imagined.

 

He put a finger under my chin and lifted my face to his. He kissed me, his lips and tongue as commanding and controlling as his hands. Even kissing him, I felt myself surrendering some of my dominance to him. I was his. He controlled me to the point that he even controlled how I kissed him. I felt my body responding to him again already.

 

It was as if the act of submission opened some doorway to my primal sense of desire. My base instincts wanted a strong man who could control, defend, and care for me. My body responded immediately to that kind of dominance present in Mark. It was my mind that had questions and reservations. My body was all set to go.

 

He pulled back from the kiss slowly and looked into my eyes.

 

“You are mine. I’m leaving now. If you try to run after I’m gone, you’re dead,” he said in a steady, calm voice right in my face.

 

Then he stood up and walked out of the bedroom. A moment later, I heard my apartment door close. A moment after that, as I sat and stared toward the door, I heard his motorcycle start up in the parking lot outside. I listened as he gunned it a few times and eventually drove off.

 

Then it was over, and I sat on the side of my bed, in my dark apartment, like nothing had ever happened. Except that I was alone, and Ryan was gone.

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