Total pages in book: 120
Estimated words: 120240 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 601(@200wpm)___ 481(@250wpm)___ 401(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 120240 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 601(@200wpm)___ 481(@250wpm)___ 401(@300wpm)
He steps inside and closes the door behind him.
Locks it.
The click of the lock is the loudest sound I’ve ever heard.
“Hey, handsome.”
“I told you,” he says, low and rough, “not to wear that.”
“I know.” My voice comes out breathier than I intended.
“You knew damn well what you were doing and wore it anyway, didn’t you?” He stalks toward me slowly, predatory. “You wore it to provoke me. To get a reaction. You deliberately disobeyed me.”
I lift my chin. “Might’ve done.”
“Might’ve done,” he repeats. “You wanted my attention, Erin? Well, you have it now.”
He’s close enough now that I can see the way his pupils are wide, see the muscle flexing in his jaw.
“Turn around,” he says quietly.
My breath catches. “Cavin—”
His hand claps against my arse, hard, the hardest spank he’s ever given me. Oh shit. “This is not the time to sass me, woman. I said, turn around.”
I turn slowly, and I hear his sharp intake of breath when he sees my bare back fully exposed. Can feel the heat of his gaze like a physical touch trailing down my spine.
“You have any idea what you do to me?” He’s closer now, right behind me. “Walking around in this, knowing every man in that club is looking at what’s mine?”
His hand touches my lower back, just his fingertips, featherlight, and I shiver.
“You wanted to taunt me. To push me.” His hand slides up my spine, slowly, possessively. “Well done, then.”
Before I can respond, his hand closes around my upper arm, and he guides me toward a thick wooden chair.
He sits.
And then he pulls me down across his lap.
Oh god.
“Cavin—” I gasp, suddenly very aware of my position, of his thighs beneath me, solid and unyielding, how much bigger he is, and how strong. I just saw him beat a full-grown monster of a man to a pulp, and he barely broke a sweat.
“You want to act like a bold girl?” His hand rests on my lower back, holding me in place. “Then you get treated like one.”
My heart’s pounding so hard I’m sure he can feel it. I’m draped across his lap, my hands braced on the floor on one side, my toes barely touching on the other. Completely at his mercy.
“This is what happens,” he says, his hand sliding down to rest on the curve of my ass through the thin fabric of my skirt, “when you disobey me.”
I should protest. Should tell him to let me up.
But I don’t want to.
“Do you understand?” His hand flexes, possessive.
“Yes,” I whisper.
“Good girl.”
His hand disappears, and I have just enough time to tense before—
Smack.
The first spank lands hard, and I gasp, more from shock than pain. The sound echoes in the small room. It’s much harder than the spanking he gave me before. And much… hotter, now that I know what he can do with those hands.
“That’s for wearing the top.”
Smack. The other side.
“That’s for disobeying me.”
The sting builds, spreads, and god help me, but it’s not just pain. It’s heat, need, and something electric sparking under my skin.
But he’s holding himself back—I know he is. Why did I expect him to really lay into me?
Why do I want that?
His hand slides up and finds the zipper of my skirt.
“And this,” he says, with barely controlled restraint, “is so you really learn your lesson.”
He pulls the zipper down slowly. His hand slides under the fabric, tracing the curve of my ass, teasing the edge of my thong. I shiver, anticipation building with each touch.
“Cavin,” I whisper, my voice trembling with a mix of fear and desire.
“Shh,” he murmurs, his breath hot against my ear. “I’m not done with you yet.”
His fingers hook into the waistband of my thong, pulling it down slowly, agonizingly. I lift my hips to help him, my body aching with need.
The cool air hits my bare skin, and I feel exposed, vulnerable. But there’s something thrilling about it too, knowing that I’m completely at his mercy.
“Spread your legs,” he commands.
I do as he says, my heart pounding in my chest. His hand slides between my thighs, his fingers finding my most sensitive spot with ease.
I gasp, my body arching at his touch. He’s gentle at first, teasing, but then his fingers become more insistent, more demanding.
“Cavin,” I moan, my hips moving in time with his touch.
“Quiet,” he growls, his other hand coming down hard on my arse, the sting mixing with the pleasure.
I cry out, the sound muffled by the bench. His fingers continue their relentless assault, pushing me closer and closer to the edge.
Just when I think I can’t take it anymore, he stops, his hand resting possessively on my ass.
“Please,” I beg, my body aching for release.
“Please what?” he asks in a low growl.
“Please let me come,” I whisper, my cheeks flushing with embarrassment.
He chuckles, a dark, dangerous sound. “Not yet. You don’t get to come until I say so. Not bad girls like you.”