Allyson's POV
A wave of triumph coursed through me, though it vanished the moment his fingers found their way between my legs, brushing against the delicate lace barely concealing my heat.
"Always such a little provocateur," he whispered, more to himself than to me. "You had your moment of victory. Now you'll accept your consequences like the obedient woman I know you can be."
Terror mixed with anticipation as I realized how vulnerable I was, completely at his whim, yet my body yearned for whatever he planned next.
His hands found my hips, slowly dragging my underwear down until it rested just above my knees. "Every inch of you is absolutely flawless," he growled.
His broad palm mapped the contours of my backside, stroking with misleading gentleness that made my breathing falter.
"I'm eager to watch your delicate skin bloom under my caress... to feel the warmth building with each contact."
Before his meaning could fully register, his palm struck down with force.
