Punished (Calavera Hotels #1)

Chapter Seventeen Mireya

I’m staring into Adrian’s eyes. My hands move to the bottom of his shirt, and I lift it over his head. My pulse races as I reach a hand out and run my fingertips over the tattoos covering his bare chest. I lick my lips as I find the hardness of his abs. He sucks in a breath at the delicate touch. My silent response to his question.

Do you think you should be punished for lying?

Maybe I should. Maybe my body has been craving this release. Craving him. He can see it in my eyes. He pushes into me, and I back up into the wall as he slides a hand down the front of my pants. To the throbbing between my legs. He growls into my ear as he places a finger inside of me. Santo Dios.

I go to look away, but he grabs my face, turning my attention back to him. His brown eyes filled with the same heat as his touch.

“Eyes on me.”

I stare back at him, and he adds another finger. I adjust as he stretches me, thrusting his fingers inside. My breathing picks up with the movement. I can hear the wetness, and my pussy clamps around him, begging him to stay there. I’m on the edge of letting the sensation overtake me when he pulls his fingers out.

His eyes stay locked on me as he brings his fingers up to his mouth and sucks on my arousal. I’m frozen in place as I watch him. He removes his fingers and uses them to nudge my lips open.

“Taste how wet you are for me.”

My lips part, and I stick my tongue out as he glides his fingers in. I close my mouth around them as I taste myself. His fingers fill my mouth, and I moan around them.

“Good girl.” Those two words gasoline to the flames in my heart. My tongue chases after the taste of his fingers, and I lick my lips when he removes them from my mouth. He wraps a hand around my throat, and my hands move to his.

“Take off your clothes.” His tone is authoritative and rough as he releases me. My hands shake at his intense glare. I pull down my pants and remove my shirt. There is something intoxicating about the way he is looking at me. He hisses in approval as I stand before him in my black lace bra and thong.

“Una diosa.” He moves back into me and presses his lips into mine. He kisses me savagely, biting on my lips and wrapping my hair into his fist. I can feel his hardness through his sweatpants; his thickness grinding into me.

He picks me up, and I wrap my legs around him as he walks to his bedroom. He continues to devour my mouth. His hands holding my ass, squeezing me into him. My hands wander to the back of his head as I push myself deeper into the kiss. He bites my lips and moves to my neck. I dig my nails into him as he sucks hard on the sensitive flesh. He drops me onto the bed, and I push myself back onto my elbows, watching the fire in his eyes consume me.

“Get on all fours.” My nipples harden at the command. I do as he says and get on all fours as I face the headboard. He strokes a hand over my pussy. The thin material of my panties is soaked. When I feel a sharp sting, I catch myself from falling forward. I don’t have time to register it before I feel it again. Another gentle caress, followed by a hard slap to my ass. He repeats the motion as I cry out. The pain mixed with pleasure taking over me. Again and again. I push my ass back, needing more, as my clit throbs for his touch .

“You’re such a naughty girl. Do I need to punish you more, or do you think you learned your lesson?” His hand stops and lingers over my ass as he caresses me. When I don’t answer, he strikes again, harder, and the slap echoes in the room.

“Punish me!” I cry out through the pain, needing more. My body rocks back and forth, desperate to meet the sting of his hand, my clit pulsing with each caress. Over and over again, before my thighs clench, and I’m screaming into the pillows as the orgasm slams into me, my body set on fire and blazing through the depths of my soul.

He turns me around and stares at me as I let the flame of my orgasm die down, his body hungry with desire. He drops to his knees and pulls my legs to the end of the bed. In one motion, he rips off my underwear.

“I want to taste every last drop of you.”

He lowers his mouth to me. He’s aggressive as he sucks on my clit and bites at my folds. I let out a moan as he feasts on me. Another orgasm builds in my core, but he pushes off me.

“I need to feel inside this tight pussy. Are you on birth control?” he asks, and I nod.

“Good, because I’m going to take you raw.” He pulls down his pants, and I see his length and girth. I’ve never felt so aroused.

I spread my legs, ready to accommodate his size. To have every inch of him filling me up. He pushes in and stretches me, the pain setting another fire deep in my core. I want to feel him deep inside me. I want him to set me on fire. He moves in slowly. His crown stretching me open as he fills me. He throws my legs over his shoulders and pushes in deeper. I meet him with each thrust, my orgasm starting the climb as he thrusts into me. Hot liquid makes its way down from my core as he thrusts harder. That familiar heat ready to break out like a forest fire, consuming everything in sight. I scream out his name when the orgasm blazes through me. I feel his cum filling me like hot lava. Flames bursting around me. Blinding me.

“Diosa,” he whispers into my ear as he collapses on top of me, rolling us to our side, his softening dick inside me. My body shutting down from multiple orgasms, I wrap my arms around him and close my eyes as I let the fire of him consume and drift into sleep.