Twenty Ella #2
“You wrecked my car,” he snarls.
“I hit one little tree,” I protest, breathless, mud soaking into my jeans.
He towers over me, bigger than the shadows, and every nerve in me screams vulnerable.
Kind of mad, kind of scared. Leo plops down like this is nothing, tail wagging, tongue lolling as he looks at both of us.
Traitor. I want to shout at him to attack, but I doubt he will. I think he considers Justice a friend.
I shove up to my feet. “Kidnapping’s a crime.”
“You wrecked my car.”
Yeah, guys have a thing for their cars. And that one was … a pretty cool car. I throw up both hands. “When I retake TimeGem Moments, I’ll buy you a new car.”
The forest presses tight around us, my pulse hammering as I edge back a step at a time, looking for any gap. He’s blocking the narrow trail, broad shoulders filling the available space, but there’s an opening in the trees to my left. My muscles tense.
“I honestly thought you’d stay here and that we’d reached an agreement,” he warns, his voice low, edged like a growl.
“Ha.” I wipe rain and hair from my eyes, crouch low, and leap for the opening. I don’t make it.
He snags me around the waist mid-stride, hauling me up.
“Damn it.” I punch him in the throat, pain exploding across my knuckles.
“You are a pain in my ass.” His voice is flat, irritated, not even winded. He tosses me over his shoulder, easy as hefting a bag of feed.
“Put me down.” I slam my fist into his kidney.
The smack he delivers to my tender ass echoes in the trees before the sting blooms hot across my skin.
“Hey.” I squirm, knees bunching as I pound them against his chest, my fists punching his back with everything I’ve got.
My jeans slip against him, my hair whipping as he walks like I’m not even fighting.
“You are such a fucking brat,” he mutters.
Gravity shifts and I’m gone. My stomach lurches, and I yelp before I realize it’s not me falling. It’s him—no, it’s both of us. One graceful move and I’m flipped, dumped face down across his knee like a kid. Rain splashes my hair, mud grinding into my palms when I reach for balance.
“Hey,” I snap, kicking hard. Not again.
He doesn’t answer. My jeans rip down with one vicious tug, not even bothering with the button. Thank God they were too big or that would’ve hurt. Cold night air licks my skin a second before his palm cracks down on my bare ass.
The sound is sharp. The pain sharper. Heat radiates out in an instant, shocking, humiliating.
“Justice.” I jerk, but he’s iron hard under me, and when I move, he hits harder.
“I’m fine with a spanking a day, you little brat. Maybe two. Or fucking five.” His hand lands again, harder, and my cry breaks loose. The sting builds until I can’t separate pain from the hot pulse flooding lower. My body betrays me, traitorous and confused.
I reach back, desperate, but my fingers grab bark and wet dirt, nothing to anchor me. I am not fine with a spanking a day. My butt is already too tender. “Let me up, you asshole.”
Leo yelps like this is fun, tail slapping mud. Useless dog.
Justice spanks me again, slow this time, deliberate.
The strike burns deep, and heat slides into something else, something needy—unwanted, humiliating.
I grit my teeth, trying not to make a sound, but the next blow tears through my control.
A moan slips out, half pain, half something darker, and I hate myself for it.
I’m wet and aching, and I have to get out of here.
If he touches me, if I get just a bit of traction on my clit, I’m going to explode.
Just like last time. I can’t let him know the power he has over my body.
“What the hell is up with you in the woods? Does rain and the smell of pine turn you on?” I yell.
He chuckles. “It does now.”
“Oh God, let me up.” My voice is hoarse. Men shout in the distance, flashlights stabbing through trees. Fear slams into me, sharp as the next smack. “Fine!” I shout. “I’m sorry about your car.”
He doesn’t stop. The spanking keeps coming, steady, almost rhythmic.
Ten smacks, maybe more, every one leaving me breathless, my ass burning, heat curling through me in ways I can’t ignore.
The men are getting too close. I can’t let anybody see me like this.
Tears fill my eyes and slide down my face. “I said I was sorry.”
Finally he jerks me upright, shoving me face down over the log.
This is not happening. It can’t be.
His fingers find me and I moan, needing him so badly I don’t care about my heart. Or the men getting closer. “Justice.”
A zipper releases behind me while two fingers slide inside me. God. It’s too much. I moan, pushing back against him.
“Ask nicely.” He presses against me, his cock feeling huge.
“Please.” The word is out of me before I even think.
He grasps my hips and powers inside me with one hard thrust.
I gasp, arching away, my hands falling to the wet moss.
“Shit,” a man yells. “Sorry. Shit. Everyone back.”
Heat rushes into my face.
Justice doesn’t let up and hammers harder, hitting a spot in me that has my body arching. The mossy tree beneath me is hard against my ribs, but all I can feel is him. Inside me. Fast and hard, going deeper than I thought possible.
A trembling sets up inside me, triggering out, sparking nerves.
I close my eyes as I climb, fast and wild, right to the crest. I hover, holding on, trying to keep control.
He lands a firm smack on my wounded butt, and I break.
My mouth opens in a silent scream as the climax sweeps through me, undulating in wicked waves that steal my breath.
I ride them and then go lax just as he pounds one more time inside me, holding on, and shudders with his own release.
The rain drips around us as I come back into the moment.
He withdraws, and I moan, my body still trembling.
He pulls us both up, flipping me around and dragging the jeans up over skin that’s already raw.
The scrape makes me hiss, makes my knees buckle.
I sway, wet hair plastered to my cheeks, chest heaving, legs weak in a way that’s not just from exhaustion.
“Walk.” His voice is gravel, and it vibrates down my spine.
I obey, stiff, furious, humiliated, my backside throbbing, the memory of his hand seared into me.
I decide that I hate the forest. A lot. At this point, I’ll always wear his damn handprint on my butt.
Lights gleam ahead through the trees, his men staying out of sight.
How embarrassing. Under my breath, I make myself a promise. Justice might think he’s in control.
But one day soon, I’ll kill him.