Chapter 268

“Easy or hard, honey?”

Laila couldn’t remember why he was asking that question. All she could focus on was the molasses slide of his fingers over her most nerve-rich spot and the destructive pleasure he was undoing her with. “Trees…”

“Still trying to get away with not answering me? Maybe I can give you a little incentive to speak.”

He withdrew his hand. Without his touch, she felt aching and shaking and desperate almost immediately. Then he settled his hand above her mound. Even through her underwear, the heat of his palm enveloped her. Laila tried to restrain her shudder, but it was no use. Her body was hardwired to his. Her head told her to resist, but the rest of her wanted to beg him to lay her down and fill her with every one of his hard, veiny inches.

She hadn’t even begun processing the destructive arousal when the hand above her sex swept down, striking her with a short, sharp smack.

The blow against her most female flesh stung. Burned. Reverber