Shark (Wall Street Beasts 1)

She hated sitting there, waiting for the punishment yet to come. She knew she was in trouble. So much fucking trouble. She already knew what Alex was going to say. She knew what he was going to do. Making her wait for it was just sadistic. But that was Alex all over.

He returned from the bathroom, his shirtsleeves rolled up to expose powerful forearms. She knew the moment she looked at him that she was in the deep kind of trouble. The sort she had no way of getting out of without going through pain.

“I'm going to punish you, Sophie. We spent months working on developing a cover for you. You underwent extensive plastic surgery. And you blew your cover in a matter of minutes!”

“I didn’t! Indigo did! He knew who I was. My cover was blown before I even got it. Don't you dare blame me for that!”

Alex paused, then nodded. “Very well.”

“Very well? That's what I get? Not even an apology for the false accusation?”

Her husband loomed over her, his eyes nearly black with fury. “You went off with Christo. You engineered a situation in which you would be alone with him, no doubt hoping for some silly vengeance…”

Alex was heated. As in, M. A. D. It wasn't entirely fair. Obviously Indigo had been lying in wait, and that wasn't her fault. There were so many more factors at play, just like Alex had just finished telling her.

“So you’re not going to apologize,” she said.

“I am not.”

“That’s a coincidence because neither am I. I am entitled to get revenge for having my entire fucking life ruined, Alex. I know you think you’re the only person on the planet who has any right to get what he wants, but I…”

He flung her face down on the bed, his palm slapping her ass with a fast, furious tempo.

“I could have lost you! If I hadn’t stopped him when I did, he would have made you disappear. He would have held you somewhere so far from civilization you would have forgotten how to be a human. You have no idea what Indigo is capable of, and even less idea of how easily you can be broken.”

“Show me.”

She was taunting him, even as he spanked her. The pain of the slaps was nothing compared to the pain of recovering from plastic surgery, or the pain of having her entire life torn away. Every time his palm landed, she felt a fresh burst of heat and indignation, half-knowing she deserved it, and half-hating him for daring to do it.

“I’ll show you, you little brat, he growled. “I’ll make sure you damn well never forget.”

He got up, crossed the room, and reached into the depths of one of his many drawers and pulled out something that at first looked like animal accessories. There was a thick leather padded collar and a matching leash studded with diamonds. They twinkled and caught the light as he approached her with them in his hands, his expression full of stern sexual resolve.

“What are those for?”

“You could call them a collar and a leash. I call it insurance. You’re not leaving my sight again. Ever. I will not lose you, Sophie. I will never let you go.”

She felt him fasten the collar about her neck, and then she felt a tug on the leash, yanking her forward onto her knees and sending her pitching toward his crotch.

It was no accident. He halted her movement with a firm hand, using the other to free his cock. It sprung from his pants, rock hard, and slid between her parted lips without request.

“You're mine,” he reminded her, holding her by the collar. He pulled her back and forth along the length of his cock, slicking his rod with her natural mouth juices.

This wasn’t meant to pleasure him. This was meant to prove a point to her. Every time he filled her mouth all the way to her throat, she knew that he was trying to claim her desperately. Fucking her face was a desperate attempt to regain control of her — because he was afraid that she’d gotten completely out of hand and out of control.

And maybe she had.

She sucked his cock, joining in the rough play, matching his energy stroke for stroke. Her gasps and gags, the wet sounds of her oral corruption filled the room and turned her on until she was just as wet between her thighs as he was hard in her mouth.

Alex wanted to dominate her. From the first moment they met, she had been under his control in one way or another. Now she rebelled, not by trying to resist him, but by joining in the feral rough lust which had always roiled beneath the surface.

In that moment, Alex was not a man. He was an animal, with animal instincts, and she was his to consume. His entire adult life, he had mastered everything in his path. Many had resisted. Most had been difficult. But few had the iron will this woman displayed.