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“I’m not angry with you. You disobeyed me, and that will warrant a hard lesson, but once that’s dealt with, we will move on from it and I will take you somewhere safe,” he continued.

“Please. Take me back to James’ house,” I begged.

“No. This is something we need to deal with right now,” he replied sternly.

“Wait. Please! What if someone sees?” I squeaked. Instantly, I glanced up at the cameras and the mirror on the wall. He didn’t even seem remotely bothered by their existence.

“No one here would dare to watch unless I allowed it. You’re mine, Ava,” he vowed, and I looked up at him nervously.

“But I—” I began, and he shook his head.

“I promise you. No one will ever look at you again other than me. I will protect you from anyone that would dare touch a hair on your head, but that won’t save you from me,” he added, and my heart pulsed anxiously. He took a step back and grabbed the chair, moving it away from the table. He took a seat and my eyes widened.

Fuck. This was really happening.

“Please don’t spank me here,” I begged one last time. His gaze was hard though. There would be no stopping this. I knew it but I had to try anyway.

“Come here and stand in front of me. Hands on the back of your head. If you disobey me now, it’ll only make things worse for you,” he dictated. His tone offered not even the slightest hint of pity and a sense of hopelessness burned through me.

I looked at the door and he shook his head. I knew that there wasn’t enough time to make it across the room and even if I did try to run, it would be no effort for him to catch me.

“Come here, little girl. Do not make me tell you again,” he stated, his voice so incredibly firm.

I moved toward him, but each step felt like the most monumental task. The closer I drew to him, the more daunting he seemed.

I was standing in front of him far faster than I wanted to be, and I bit my lip, tentatively lifting my hands and placing them on the back of my head. He grasped my jeans and jerked me forward, throwing me off balance in the process. I didn’t fight as he unbuttoned them. He slid the zipper down just as quickly and I had to force myself not to push his hands away as he jerked them down my hips all the way to my knees while leaving my panties in place.

“There’s no time to gently ease you into this world. It’s dangerous and you need to let me protect you. This is going to be very hard because it needs to be. I need you to trust me and if it takes welting your defiant little ass, then I will do that every time. Do you understand me?” he scolded.

“Yes, sir,” I mumbled anxiously.

He grasped my waist. “I need you to understand how treacherous this is, little girl. You put yourself in incredible danger. You should have listened to me.”

His tone was soft and there wasn’t even a hint of anger in it anymore. His fingers squeezed my hips and I gazed into the ocean depths of his firm stare. A violent surge of anxiety rattled me, but even in my nervousness I knew that I was safe with him.

“I’m sorry.” I dropped my head in shame.

“You were perfectly safe where I left you,” he scolded as his fingertips slid beneath the lace of my panties. He drew them slowly down my hips and I desperately wanted to cover my face. A thick wave of embarrassment tore through me as he bared me, and the fact that I knew I was wet made it even worse.

As I stood there, my clit throbbed like a damn traitor.

“Please, you don’t have to do this,” I begged one last time. I knew he wouldn’t listen even as I said the words, but it made me feel better to say them anyway.

He was right. I’d known it even when I was coming here that it was a risk, and yet I’d come here anyway.

“I was scared you’d get hurt because of me.” I felt the sudden need to explain myself, like that would earn me some measure of mercy.

“It’s going to take a hell of a lot more for a snot-nosed bastard like Anthony to take me down,” he reassured me. “Now, put yourself over my knee. We’ll deal with your punishment and then I will take you somewhere safe.”

I knew that I didn’t really have any other options now. Cyrus was the only one with the power and reputation to stand against a ruthless mafia family. My only real choice was to submit to this and go with him if I wanted to stand a chance at having anything of a normal life after this.

“Will you hold me after? Like you did before?” I asked, my voice shaking so much that it was hardly understandable.

“I will always hold you, little girl, whenever you need it.”

His use of the phrase ‘little girl’ felt comforting in some ways. It was unnerving in others, especially when I thought about the dichotomy of power between us.

My clit pulsed hard. He took my hands in his and squeezed them gently. His thumbs caressed the backs of mine.

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