Sin She wasn’t supposed to be this smart, this magnificent, this able to match me st ep for st ep. After that rejoinder to my completely unplanned speech —yeah, that’s how much she’s managed to throw me off course—the entire room had gone silent. Anger had crawled down my spine, mixed with fierce pride. Then the room had erupted in applause. "Bravo." Arpad had come forward and kissed her on both cheeks. I hadn’t stopped him, only because the tosser’s heart is keen on someone else. Besides, it is a typical Gaelic affectation, one that I’d let him get away with, this once. Her friends had surrounded her. Saint had held back. Good. Guess he’d gotten the message, finally. Don’t hold your breath. I’d st epped forward and the crowd had parted. Had approached my new bride. "Touché, Darling." I’d raised my glass at her, and she’d shot me a look, one filled with so much anger that my dick had jumped to attention. Fuck. She’d jutted out her chin, held my attention, refused to cave in as I’d glared at her; and that took a lot of courage. Not even the Seven—exc ept Saint, maybe—would have taken up the gauntlet I’d thrown down. She had. She’d known what I had been up to; that I’d used her love for movie trivia against her. I hadn’t been kidding when I’d said that I was a master at it—an old love, that I had forgotten and which she’d rekindled in the past few days. I was using it to undermine her. It could have very much been code language that I was speaking. I had intended the underlying meaning for her, had no idea if she’d pick up on it. Especially the last movie title I had pulled on her? It wasn't a mainstream Hollywood film but an Indie flick based on a novel. The fuck? Those forgotten loves from my childhood... of reading, running in the countryside. Those had been idyllic days before her father had changed my life forever. It’s why I had tracked her down, ensured that she’d have to agree to my plans. Only she’d overthrown them completely. She’d turned out to be something completely different. She may be younger than me in years, exc ept she makes up for it by her sheer determination. That hunger for survival which had k ept me going all through the time that the Seven and I had almost lost our lives—? I sense that naked intent in her too. She’s my perfect foil. I couldn’t have chosen a better life-partner if I had set out to intentionally find one. I stiffen. The accuracy of my words sinks into my blood, confirming what I already knew. I need to stop this crazy one-track road to my destruction. Need to focus on the end goal. The big finish I have been setting up for so long. The end of her father, destroying him so he no longer has the will to survive. Which, means one thing—taking away his money, his freedom, his new wife, and any remaining connection to his daughters. And getting permanently tangled up in her life, with her relationship to him always at the forefront of my mind, is unacc eptable. It is time I fuck her out of my system. I glance up from the window of my bedroom, twist my neck to find her by the entrance. I’d made our excuses and hustled her here. Not that anyone would have missed us.
Each of the Seven knew what was expected of them. All of the players were assembled on the lawn below. They’d do their bit. It was time I put my own plan in action. "Shut the door." She trembles, and I tilt my head. She firms her lips, turns and slams the doors inward. They close with a soft snick. "Look at me." She hesitates. I wait a beat, another. "Don’t ke ep me waiting, Bird." She pivots to face me. Her fingers curl into fists at her sides. Guess I pissed her off, huh? I jerk my chin and she takes a st ep forward. Another, until she reaches the bed. "Stop." She pauses. "Undress." She stiffens. This is when she protests, yells at me, or better still, turns and rushes out to appeal to our guests, who are partying below. Instead, she reaches behind. I hear the hiss of a zipper and fuck me but I'm instantly hard. She raises her hand to the neckline, tugs the material down one shoulder, then the other. Her movements are precise; her fingers tremble. The dress whispers down to pool at her hips. My mouth waters; my chest hurts. "Take it off completely." She shimmies out of the outfit. It pools at her ankles and she kicks it aside. She stands, chest thrust out, the perfect globes of her breasts bared. I rake my gaze down her chest and her nipples harden. Down the concave of her stomach to the satin triangle of her panties. I glance at the scrap of cloth, then at her face. Her cheeks pale. I raise my eyebrow and she sets her jaw. Then shoves her underwear down and kicks it off. I drop my gaze to the flesh between her thighs, the completely bare flesh with the tiny slit at its base that glistens pink in the late evening sunlight. My cock thickens. A pulse drums at my wrists, at my temples, even in my fucking balls. The fuck is she doing to me? I need to be inside of her before I explode right here in in my pants. Her fingers clench at her sides, "Happy?" Not even close. "Get on the bed, on your hands and knees."
Her chest heaves. Her beautiful green pupils dilate. From anger? From lust? I am going to find out. "Do it." She draws in a breath, then clambers onto the bed. On her elbows and knees, her sweet butt thrust out in the air. My dick lengthens. My throat closes. She has such a hold on me, and she doesn’t realize it. I plan to ke ep it that way. I stalk over to her, stand at the foot of the bed, "Open wider." She wriggles her hips, then increases the 'V' between her thighs. The blush pink of her pussy glistens between her legs. The blood empties to my groin so fast that my head spins. I lean forward, cup her arse. She whimpers. Drag my thumb down the valley between her butt cheeks. She shudders. A moan bleeds from her lips. Her spine bends. I pull back and let my palm connect with her arse. She hiccoughs. "You defied me." Crack. I slap her curved behind and her entire body jerks. She huffs. "In front of everyone." I spank her again, and she snarls. "You like to challenge me, Bird?" I slap her curved tush. She makes a noise somewhere between a growl and an assent. "Tell me, you want to go toe to toe with me?" She nods. "Speak." "Yes." The word comes out on a moan. "Good, then you must pay the consequences for your actions. Let it not be said that I did not give you enough of a warning, sweet Summer." I spank her beautiful, tight arse again. She howls. And again; she cries out. Six, seven, eight. I increase the intensity of my beating—faster, harder, more frequent. Her thighs quiver; her body sinks down into the mattress. "Hold up your butt, or else I swear, little Bird, I won’t stop until I’ve forced an orgasm out of you, without touching your cunt." She growls something unintelligible. Lowers her head, until her cheek is smashed into the mattress. Glances over her shoulder. Her green eyes blaze at me; her lips tremble. Color flushes her cheeks. Ever curve of her body is defiant, every angle of her spine rigid. Her fingers dig into the fabric of the bedspread. Good. "Are you turned on?" She stares. "Speak now, or so help me Bird, I’ll—" "No." I spank her butt and she shudders.
And again. "Are you going to fight me again?" She winces. "Say it." "Yes." She juts out her chin and I can’t stop my lips from curling. "Good." Then you won’t mind if I punish you a little longer? Her lips part, "No, don’t—" Ten, eleven, twelve... I spank her heart-shaped behind again and again. With each slap, her entire body bows, trembles, her knuckles whiten, the scent of her arousal de epens, her feet, still in the satin custom-made stilettos, dig into the mattress. Her chin quivers, her shoulders heave, a tear rolls down her cheek; she doesn’t lower her eyes. Doesn’t look away. Doesn’t make a noise, until I raise my arm again. "Stop." She wheezes. "Why should I?" "Because..." She swallows, "I’m sore." I bring down my palm again on her butt and she moans. "Because I want you to." Wrong answer. I spank her again and her entire body shudders. Her chin wobbles; her shoulders pull back, "Because I am your wife?" "That’s right." I lower my arm, loosen the buckle of my belt, and her gaze drops to my crotch. "It’s why I am going to fuck your cunt, so you’ll never forget it." I drag down the zipper of my pants and my dick swings free. She draws in a sharp breath. "It’s why I am going to imprint myself on every cell of your body." I lean forward until my dick is lined up with her pussy. "Until your every thought, every sentence, every last string of trivia in your mind will begin and end with me." She shudders. "Fuck you, Sinclair Sterling." "With pleasure." I back up, then bring down my palm.