Chapter 121 Asking for trouble

Chapter 121 Asking for trouble


Seraphina’s POV: 

The cool night air hit my flushed skin as we stepped out of the club, but it did nothing to calm the heat simmering beneath my dress. Malakai's hand rested possessively on the small of my back, guiding me toward the waiting SUV. His touch was deceptively gentle. I knew better.

"You're awfully quiet," I said, glancing up at him.

His dark eyes met mine. "Am I?"

That tone. Low. Controlled. Dangerous.
My stomach flipped.

Cassian reached the SUV first, sliding into the driver's seat without a word. Soren claimed the passenger side, turning to grin at me through the window. He was enjoying this.

Malakai opened the back door and gestured for me to get in. I climbed inside, my heels clicking against the running board. Before I could settle into my seat, his hand wrapped around my wrist.

"Come here."

It wasn't a request. He pulled me across the leather seat as he climbed in behind me, shutting the door with a decisive click. The interior lights dimmed, leaving us in shadows broken only by the glow of streetlights passing overhead as Cassian pulled into traffic.

"Malakai—"

"Over my lap. Now."

My breath caught. I glanced toward the front seat. Soren had twisted around to watch, his grin widening. Cassian's eyes flicked to the rearview mirror, his jaw tight.

"I promised you a punishment," Malakai continued, his voice dropping lower. "And I always keep my promises, little vixen."

Heat pooled low in my belly. I bit my lip, trying to suppress the smile threatening to break free. This was exactly what I wanted. What I'd been pushing for all night.

I shifted, draping myself across his lap. The position was awkward, intimate, my hands bracing against the seat as my hips rested over his thighs. His hand immediately found the hem of my dress.

"Lift up."

I obeyed, raising my hips as he pushed the fabric up to my waist. Cool air kissed my exposed skin. His palm smoothed over my ass, squeezing firmly, possessively. A soft gasp escaped me.

"Such a beautiful sight," he murmured, his fingers tracing the edge of my lace panties. "But you've been very bad tonight, haven't you?"

"I was just having fun."

"Fun." His hand squeezed harder, making me squirm. "You interrogated those women. Hunted them. Made them run."

"They shouldn't have been touching what's mine."

Soren barked out a laugh from the front seat. "Oh, this is going to be good."

"I'm going to punish you," Malakai said, ignoring him. His fingers hooked into my panties, dragging them down slowly until they pooled around my thighs. "And if you're a good girl, you might get rewarded when we get home."

My core clenched at his words.

"You're going to count every single one," he continued. "And if you don't, I will start over. Do you understand?"

"Yes." 

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, Malakai."

"Good girl."

I wiggled my ass playfully, unable to help myself. The anticipation was killing me. I wanted his hand on me. Wanted to feel the sting, the heat, the delicious edge of pain that would blur into pleasure.

Soren laughed again. "Look at her. She's practically begging for it."

"Don't spur her on," Cassian warned from the driver's seat, his voice tight. "You'll just get her in more trouble."

"She's already in trouble," Malakai said calmly. Then his hand lifted.

The first spank landed with a sharp crack that echoed through the SUV.

"Fuck!" The word burst from my lips before I could stop it. Heat bloomed across my skin, radiating outward from where his palm had connected. But it wasn't just my ass that burned. A sudden, intense heat ignited at my core, spreading through my body like wildfire.

"Count, Seraphina."

"One," I gasped.

The second spank came harder. I jolted forward, my fingers digging into the leather seat.

"Two."

By the third, I was panting. By the fourth, my thighs were trembling. The fifth spank landed with brutal precision, and I cried out. The heat between my legs had become unbearable. I was soaked. Absolutely drenched. I could feel it, the wetness dripping down my thighs, soaking into his slacks beneath me.

Oh god. This was humiliating.

"Five," I whimpered.

Malakai's hand paused, resting against my burning skin. Then his fingers dipped lower, sliding between my thighs. A low, satisfied sound rumbled in his chest.

"Look at you," he murmured. "So wet already. You're dripping all over me, little vixen."

My face burned hotter than my ass. "Malakai—"

"Please what?"

"Please." The word came out broken, desperate. I didn't even know what I was begging for anymore. More? Less? For him to stop teasing and just fuck me right here in the back seat?

His fingers withdrew, and I nearly sobbed.
"You know bad girls don't get rewarded, Seraphina." His voice was cold, unforgiving. "Take your punishment first."

The sixth spank landed before I could respond.

"Six!"

Seven. Eight. Nine. Each one harder than the last. Each one dragging me deeper into a haze of need and desperation. My ass was on fire, my core throbbing with every heartbeat. I was a mess, trembling, gasping, barely able to form coherent thoughts.

"Ten," I choked out.

"Almost there," Malakai said, his tone maddeningly calm. "You're doing so well, baby."

The praise sent a fresh wave of arousal through me. I whimpered, pressing my thighs together in a futile attempt to ease the ache.

Eleven. Twelve. Thirteen.
By fourteen, I was openly begging. "Please, Malakai. Please, I need—"

"Fourteen."

"Please!"

"Count."

"Fourteen!" Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes. Not from pain from sheer, overwhelming need. I was going to lose my mind if he didn't touch me soon.
The fifteenth and final spank landed with devastating force.

"Fifteen!" I sobbed.

Silence filled the SUV. My entire body trembled as I lay across his lap, my ass burning, my core aching, my mind spinning. Malakai's hand smoothed over my abused skin, soothing the sting.

"Good girl," he murmured. "You took your punishment so well."

Before I could respond, his hands gripped my hips, lifting me. I gasped as he positioned me, pulling me onto his lap so I straddled him. My dress bunched around my waist, my bare, soaked core pressing directly against the hard bulge straining beneath his slacks.

"Malakai," I breathed.

His hands slid up my sides, one tangling in my hair while the other gripped my hip. He pulled me closer, his lips finding my neck. The kiss was hot, possessive, his teeth grazing my skin as his hips rolled upward.
The friction was exquisite. His cock ground against my core, separated only by the thin fabric of his slacks. I moaned, my hands clutching his shoulders as I rocked against him.

"You feel that?" he murmured against my throat. "You feel how hard you make me?"

"Yes," I gasped. "Please, Malakai. I need you. I need—"

"Not yet."

I froze. "What?"

His hand tightened in my hair, pulling my head back so I had no choice but to meet his eyes. They burned with dark promise.

"Not yet," he repeated. "You'll get your reward when we get home. If you're good."