That motherfucking bastard is dead.
CHAPTER 32
Quinn
DON’T WORRY, BABY. I GOT YOU
Xander stares at me,his eyes dark and stormy. I don’t even have to ask to understand that this name thing isn’t a coincidence.
“Have you had a PI looking into me?”
Has someone other than Xander been watching me?
Oh God, has he been in my apartment, too?
I struggle against his hold so I can roll onto my back and look at him. Am I upset? I should be. Right?
This definitely shouldn’t be something I find romantic.
Oh my God, I’ve totally lost my fucking mind.
When I’m finally able to look at him, both of us on our sides, facing each other with our limbs still entangled, he stares back at me, a smug smile on his gorgeous lips. Cocky bastard.
“You weren’t exactly forthcoming about your situation, and I wanted to figure out what was going on. I knew something wasn’t right. You don’t need to worry about it anymore.”
What?
“Xander…”
Smack!
Heat blooms over my ass cheek as the sound rings throughout the room.
“Ouch!” I yelp, my hand flying back to my butt.
“Rule number one, baby girl. What is it?”
My mouth drops open. “You just spanked me because I called you by your name instead of Daddy?”
He chuckles and cups my chin firmly between his thumb and index finger. “That was barely a warning. You will know when you’re getting a spanking because your panties will be around your thighs, and you will be bent over my lap, kicking and crying for me to stop, even though you were naughty.”
The tiniest moan creeps from my throat as the vision plays in my mind. I can’t imagine allowing any other man in the world to do something like that to me. Except Xander.
He smiles. “You like that thought, baby girl? The idea of me giving you rules to follow and then punishing you in various ways if you disobey them? Because that’s exactly what would happen between us. But the rest of the time, I’d treat you like a fucking queen.”
I stare at him, unable to admit that that dynamic is something I’ve always fantasized and wondered about. How can the thought of both a humiliating spanking and being treated like a queen be such a turn-on?
He strokes my face, and we’re both silent for a long time. It feels like our minds are racing, but neither of us says our thoughts out loud.
Eventually, my eyes get too heavy to keep open, so I don’t even try. When I let them flutter shut, Xander leans in and brushes a kiss to my forehead.
“Don’t worry, baby. I got you.”
CHAPTER 33
Xander
EXECUTIVE DECISIONS
