Another slap. The sound was ridiculously loud.

I gritted my teeth and accepted my fate.

Slap! He collared my throat with his other hand, holding me steady. Slap!

Heat from my ass radiated to my back, my legs, my . . . pussy. This weird interplay started getting to me. My internal resistance dwindled.

He must’ve sensed it. “That’s it,” he said, his tone filled with dark praise. “Submit to me.”

Submit . . . My core clenched at the word. With each spank, my tits shook, and I loved the way he watched them in the mirror. My nipples were harder than I’d ever seen them, my clit throbbing.

“Look at you meeting my strikes.”

I’d been raising my ass for more! What was happening to me? Unknown circuits in my brain seemed to be firing for the first time.

Because of this man. The key . . .

“Do you want more?” His voice was hot-wired to my pussy.

I had to know what he’d do next! He’d said he wouldn’t fuck me. Anything else was working the con—with a freaking billionaire as my mark! “Yes!”

With his free hand, he gripped me firmly between my thighs. “So wet! It feels like my beautiful girl needs to come.”

I sucked in a breath at the shocking contact. “Dmitri, I can’t take much more of this!”

His body thrummed, muscles bulging beneath his clothes. “Can you take this?” He shook that hand, vibrating all of my pussy.

“Oh, my GOD.” My back bowed, my nipples straining painfully. My spread legs twitched, my ass quivering.

He slapped it again. The force shoved my clit against his vibrating palm.

Pleasure mounted. I was going to come in his hand if he kept spanking me. “More.”

He whipped me again, sending me into his waiting grip.

I stared into his eyes as my orgasm neared. “Please . . .”

Another slap.

“What are you doing to me?” I sounded awed.

“I want to make you feel good so you’ll keep coming back to me for more.”

Good? I was about to climb the walls! “Please let me come!”

“Show me how badly you need it. Use my hand.” The hand he’d stilled. The one I was all but resting on.

He’d taken me to the very edge, then upped the ante. Could I call his bet? It would be so shameful to work my clit against him. To soak his palm with my cum.

“Submit to me.” He released the hand gripping my ass. Because he wanted me to do this all on my own?

I’d never felt so out of control. Why was I fighting the overwhelming urge to obey him? I needed to grind my orgasm out right in his hand!

“You want to do it for me, beautiful.” His amber eyes mesmerized me.

Did I? Could I? My face flamed as I accepted the truth.

I let the spell come over me, and I started to move my hips.

“That’s it,” he hissed. “That’s what I want to see.”

My toes curled. “It’s so good . . . so good . . . so good.” As I rocked to his palm, my heavy-lidded gaze dipped. When I saw his big cock threatening to rip free, all thoughts of restraint dissolved. “I changed my mind! Do you have a condom?”

He groaned. “I would kill to fuck you. Never been so hard.” He rubbed the heel of his free hand over the ridge in his pants. A circle of precum dampened the material.

It should’ve wet my tongue.

“But I told you I wouldn’t.” That mattered to him right now?

“I need you to fuck me, Dmitri—I feel out of my mind!”

His lips drew back from his white teeth, his expression fierce. “That is how crazed you’ve made me every moment since I first saw you!” He stood behind me to thrust his cock against my burning ass.

When the material of his pants abraded my skin, I cried out.

“Are you going to come for me, Vika?” He gave another thrust as I continued to grind his hand.

“I’m so close!” What had he called me? Vika? “So close . . .” My lids slid shut.

“Ah-ah. You look at me when you come.”

I opened my eyes. Panting, I stared into the mirror, losing myself in his penetrating gaze. My hips rocked frantically, my body drawing tight, preparing to climax. “Oh, God . . .”

“Now say please, beautiful.” His dick swelled even more between us.

I would’ve done anything. “Please!”

“Come hard.” He vibrated his grip and thrust against my abused ass.

I screamed as I hurtled over the edge, helplessly grinding my pussy into his hot palm. My vision blurred. My body writhed, tits shaking.

Pleasure overpowered me as I came and came for this man. . . .

He and I worked together to draw out my orgasm—the strongest I’d ever experienced. Finally, I leveled out, boneless against him.

He removed his hand. “The pressure . . . about to spill!” His zipper sounded.

I whirled around and nearly lost my footing as he worked his erection free. I gasped at the jaw-dropping sight.

Dmitri was pierced!

He had a silver ring through the crown, a Prince Albert piercing. “Oh, my God, your cock is so sexy!” Veins protruded over his thick shaft, the head stretched taut. My tongue swirled in my mouth for the precum wetting that pierced slit.

He rocked his hips, fucking the air between us. “Can feel your gaze on my cock!”

“I need to suck it, Dmitri.” I dropped to my knees on the rug to worship it.

“Woman! Drive me madder than I already am!”