Lily: Captive to the Dark by Alaska Angelini Page B

spanking you until you tell me about Alec. In detail. Then, you’ll be cropped for lying to me.”
    “Cropped?” I asked, in disbelief. He’d never gone that far. “No way,” I snapped. “I came here to talk, nothing more. And I’m telling you, this ends now. I don’t love you anymore. We’re finished. Go back home and never come around me again.”
    “Oh, slave, such work we have ahead of us. I’m not going anywhere and neither are you. You’ll stay right here with me until I make you see what I so clearly do. Even if that takes forever.”
    I was spun around with my back pushed against the glass. Zain’s hand locked on to my throat and my own flew up to grasp his wrist. He didn’t apply pressure or choke me, he just held.
    “You’re breaking your word?” The last of my sentence was silent. My voice had given out at the clash of emotion. Was I happy that he wasn’t letting me leave in the morning? Afraid? Both? What were his plans for me? Would we return to his father’s?
    “I’d never break my word, but this isn’t just anything, Lily. This is our lives, our love, I’m trying to save. You can deny it as much as you want, but I feel what we share.” He stepped in closer, pulling me forward with the hand that was around my throat. “Your heart beats for me. Thump. Thump . Right here, under my fingers.” He increased the pressure until I could experience what he spoke. It pulsed throughout my body, slamming prominently in my lips at the lack of oxygen. “You feel that? Every thud that is happening right now is for me. Each beat that is giving you life is a reminder of who it’s making you live for. Me , Lilian. Your heart beats only for me.”
    All I could do was stare into his eyes. How did he know? Was I so readable that he could see a gone slave when he looked at one? Was his name written in the depths of my connection with him? The one place people spoke of when it concerned the soul? Perhaps, if we were one, like I had always believed, it was obvious to my other half. Too bad what we both wanted couldn’t happen.
    “My heart beats for me and if what you say is true about you not allowing me to leave, I have no other choice.”
    “Other choice? What are you planning to—?”
    Before he could finish, I used the element of surprise to bring my fist flying down as hard as I could at the bend of his elbow. The sudden loosening on my neck gave me the opportunity to lunge to the side, but he had me pinned against the window before I could get any further.
    “Ah, your training was good, but not good enough, baby. Now, face forward and take your punishment. You’ll have extra because of this stunt.”
    My zipper was ripped down. The dress yanked and fell to my ankles. Whack! The first spanking sent fire flaring over my ass. A cry escaped and I pushed my palms into the glass. Another quickly followed and I tried to turn — anything to not submit to him like I truly wanted.
    “Forward,” he bit out.
    A quick succession of two more had tears rolling down my cheeks.
    “You have to stop,” I breathed out, pushing against him. Stop? No, I didn’t want this moment to ever end. It would be all I had left when I returned home. If I got to go home.
    “I will not. Such pretty lingerie,” he said, changing the subject. “How much did he get to see of it?”
    “That’s none of your business,” I sobbed, a moan slipping out as his teeth grazed my neck.
    Zain’s hand fitted over my bra, giving my breast a good squeeze. “Answer. Did you take off your dress for him? Show him what I spent months worshipping? Years, even.” The warmth of his fingertips pushed past the black lace and teased over my nipple. At the pinch, I couldn’t stop my gasp. My legs crossed while my pussy begged for attention.
    “I didn’t take off my dress. Now, please.” Fighting the lust was unbearable when all I wanted to do was throw myself at him.
    “So, he just touched you. Briefly.”
    A groan mixed with an internal