A Vow of Hate (A Vow of Hate, #1)

by Lylah James

he rasped. I nodded, voicelessly. Pain seared my skin and tears slid down my cheeks. Killian didn’t go slow and he wasn’t soft either. He punished me, brutally. The hairbrush hitting my ass over and over again, until it felt like my flesh was swollen and aflame. The agony somehow blended with pleasure. It was almost addictive. It was an exquisite ache, my veins burning with fire and lust. My wetness coated the inside of my thighs. This was real punishment. It hurt so bad. It hurt so good. I lost count how many times Killian peppered my ass with the hairbrush. But soon enough, I didn’t care. I just wanted to feel. And so, I did. I sobbed as the pain racked through my body, then followed by the sweet ache of pleasure. My climax slithered through my veins and I grew closer to the peak, dangling over the edge – waiting for his permission to fall. My vision grew dazed, my mind somehow drowsy and my eyes fluttered closed. This was everything I craved, everything I needed. Somewhere in the background, I heard something hit the ground and then my husband was on me. Covering my body with his own. Mounting me like a stallion that wanted to breed his mare. His erection brushed over my sensitive flesh between the juncture of my thighs, stabbing at my opening, but not yet breaching me.