Claimed By My Alpha Stepbrother.

9.

SERAPHINA.

While my mind was reeling, I felt a crack of the thick leather strap, I fell forward onto my face. The shock of pain was as blinding as it was electrifying, my mind pushed into a frenzy of salacious thoughts.

He fisted my hair, yanking me back into position. “I'm just starting. Be a good girl and don’t move.”

Was he nuts? I clawed the bedding, holding my breath instead of doing what he asked. When the second and third strikes rained down on my bottom, I was certain I’d lose my mind.

I issued a stark scream. It filled the room. Yet, it did nothing to stop him. He didn’t hold back, delivering four more smacks without pity.

I gasped, dropping my head. I began to tear up, the beads slipping past my lashes. As I panted he caressed my bottom, allowing me to get used to the anguish.

Everything was blank, my mind fuzzy as my nerves processed the pain. Surprisingly, I was wet, juice trickling down both inner thighs. It was insane, something I would never admit to anyone.

“You’re such a good girl.”

I almost laughed at this madness but bit my lower lip instead, unprepared for the next smacks hitting my upper thighs. My single moan was almost as consuming as the sound of the strap striking my bottom.

“A few more. Then I can’t wait any longer.” He caressed my bruised skin then trailed his fingers between my slickened folds. Then without any additional warning, he finished the wretched round of discipline, tossing the belt halfway across the room as soon as he did.

Collapsing on the bed, I took several deep breaths, still amazed at my body’s reactions to him and his roughness. I liked it. The thought brought a wicked girl grin to my face.

“Turn over, Little one. I need to see all of you.” Every word out of his soft lips was melodious. I did as he commanded, wincing when my bottom rubbed against the comforter.

I couldn’t help myself, opening my legs and exposing my slickened p***y.

“Mmm… You are…” He laughed and ran the rough pads of his fingers down his chest, stroking his c**k a couple of times. Seeing the light glisten across his sensitive slit made my mouth water all over again.

I backed away, only to have him glare at me as a reminder of what would happen if I ruffled him up. He crawled over me, his massive arms straddling my body as he leaned over, forcing me onto my back.

Now was the time to tell him if I wanted to say anything at all. My tongue suddenly seemed twisted, tied to the point I couldn’t make a single sound.

I felt even more ridiculous, especially since I’d pushed for the brooding stranger to sweep me off my feet. He’d done exactly that, giving me the kind of orgasm that most women could only dream of. My first and most beautiful.

My entire body was still aching from the way he’d thrust his tongue past my swollen folds. Even the harsh spanking kept my nerves awakened, the red-hot heat coursing through me searing every nerve ending.

There was no additional hesitation on his part. He kicked my legs wide open, easing his legs between them.

I felt my mouth opening involuntarily, but there were only ragged breaths instead of coherent sentences. When had I ever been unable to issue a tart retort to anyone?

Fuck me.

This was actually going to happen. I tried to allow the haze of passion to override my insane fears, rubbing my fingers up and down his chest aimlessly. Every touch of his overheated skin sent trickles of delight into the back of my mind.

Yet when he lifted and bent one leg, cradling it as he lowered his head, pressing kisses against my skin, I froze.

“Relax, Little one. I’m not going to hurt you. At least not in the way you might think.” His grin was positively evil, but the twinkle in his dark eyes kept me entranced.

The kisses were hot, the sensations catching my breath. Only when he lowered his body, pressing his throbbing c**k against my wetness did I make a strangled sound. He took that to mean I was excited, shifting my leg over his shoulder so he could wrap his hand around the base of his shaft. He pushed an inch inside, holding his stance as he took a deep breath. “Hmm, you’re tight, Little one.”

I wanted to scream out the reason why, to say anything at all but there was nothing but air rushing up from my throat.

When he pushed another inch inside, I raked my nails down his chest, scarring his skin. Blinking rapidly, I bit my lower lip to keep from crying out as tears threatened to give me away.

The pressure was building, not only from the way my muscles struggled to adapt to his thick girth, but because there was no going back.

This would only happen once in my life. Tonight wasn’t just about giving myself to a random stranger but I was giving away a precious part of me.

With one look in his stunning eyes, I allowed myself to be consumed by him. He gripped my hip with his other hand, thrusting the remainder of his thick c**k deep, shattering my hymen as he buried himself inside.

The pain was instant, but the throbbing in my p***y muscles was nothing in comparison to the ache in my heart. Then his eyes opened wide, his entire body tensing.

"What the hell?” The three little words broke the magical spell and I fought hard to get away from him, horrified that I’d dared do something so stupid.

When he pulled out, I almost managed to roll over but he wrapped his hand around my throat, keeping me firmly planted on my back. “You’re not going anywhere, Little one.”

He took several deep breaths, his eyes darting back and forth. When I closed mine, doing everything I could to shut out the utter humiliation, he growled in the deepest voice I’d heard, “Look at me, Seraphina. Look. At. Me. Now.”

I obeyed him, shaking like a leaf. There was no admonishment or disgust, only shock and awe, his smile so unexpected I wanted to cry.

“Why would you give me, a total stranger something this precious?” He kept his tone gentle.

“My mind told me you're the right one.”

“How lucky I am to be bestowed something this priceless. I’m honored, baby girl. Did I hurt you?”

“A little.” I hated the rattle in my voice. I was stronger than this. My goodness. I’d just teased the man relentlessly.

He cursed under his breath and the second I fought to get from underneath him again, he crushed the full weight of his body against me. When I almost managed to slap him playfully, he yanked first one arm over my head then the other, easily wrapping his fingers around both wrists.

“Listen to me, Little one. I'm going to make this very special for you. Do you understand?”

I bit my lower lip until discomfort jetted through my jaw but nodded, blinking furiously yet unable to keep tears from slipping past my lashes, rolling down the sides of my face.

I hadn’t realized the experience would be so emotional and meaningful. I thought it was something that I would almost not remember.

“Good.” Exhaling, he lowered his head, kissing and licking the tears away. I would never have expected him to be so tender, acting as if he was a true gentleman.

“Now, I need to ask you a single question and you will tell me the truth.”

“Okay.”

“How old are you?”

I laughed nervously. “Today is my eighteenth birthday.”

“Fuck.” The word caused another innate reaction and I almost managed to push him off me.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

“You have nothing to be sorry about. You’re now a woman. And I'm beyond honoured to be taking what can never be given back or bought.” He positioned himself between my legs again, gently placing the tip inside.

I wasn’t certain whether to believe his words or if they were said in the heat of the moment, but as he breached my tight p***y once again, I didn’t fight him. Instead, I did what I could to arch my back, opening my legs even wider.

He exhaled, his eyes rolling in the back of his head as my muscles gripped the thick invasion once again.

He kept a tight grip on my wrists as he leaned down, brushing his lips across mine. “No man has ever had you and I'll make sure no one matches what I'll give you tonight.”

His hoarse voice sent a wave of thrills through me, so much so I was transcended into a beautiful and hove of desire much more intense than before.

He pushed deep inside, allowing me to get used to his size. My muscles throbbed but the discomfort was gone, replaced by the most amazing sensations I’d ever felt.

“You're mine, Seraphina. And, I'll make sure that every inch of your body remembers who had access to it first.”

Why did his possessive words excite me as much as they did?