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She was a damn heiress. No one got to spank her and get away with it. No one—
Rowan went to the fridge, retrieved a brown package from it, and tossed it to her.
She only just caught it in both her hands, then realized it was some sort of meat.
“That’s our dinner. That’s the recipe,” Rowan said, pointing to a sheet of paper held against the door of the fridge with a magnet.
“Make sure it’s ready by the time we get home at six,” he added.
What the actual Louboutin fuck was happening to her?
Had she maybe stepped into some backward, eerie twilight portal that brought her here with them, of all people? Was she some sort of Goldilocks trapped with the three bears in a total warped retelling of the fairy tale?
She had just had her butt spanked and if it weren’t for the massive handprints streaking her ass red, she would have never believed it had happened in the first place.
Chapter Five
She had been kidnapped, spanked, ordered around, embarrassed, instructed to cook, clean, do laundry, and take care of dogs and chickens.Chickens.
She would be doing none of those things.
Also, did they seriously expect her to cook for them after Rowan had pulled down her pants in front of his brothers and spanked her?
She gave a visible shudder then threw the package of meat onto the table. She had never so much as cooked water before… boiled water, the term was boiled water, she corrected herself and she preferred not knowing how to either.
She was so bad in the kitchen she could have inadvertently poisoned them with her lack of culinary skills without trying… although it might serve them right if she had.
“I am not cooking. Like ever,” she said. “In fact, I lied when I said I would follow your rules. I’m not doing anything. What are you going to do? Spank me again? Go ahead.”
No. No. No.
What was she doing, asking for a spanking? Had she lost her mind? Her pussy was still soaking wet. Her body was still shamefully aroused and here she was challenging them again?
She gulped down her fear, was on the verge of apologizing and cooking their damn meat but then she heard Rowan utter a deeply felt curse.
“Lawson? Your turn,” Cameron said, standing against a countertop, his arms still folded over his chest, looking nothing like a rancher at all. He looked more like a rock star, with his tattoos and piercings. His other brothers looked nothing like quintessential ranchers either. They were too… dangerous.
Lawson, who had been washing his hands, now stood there and scrutinized her while he dried them on a paper towel.
She swallowed again, harder this time as her gaze dropped from his phenomenally intense blue eyes, his breath-taking chiseled jawline, and his mouth, which set her completely on edge, then down to his hands.
She traced the tattoos, script she didn’t understand, that ran across the knuckles of his large masculine hands, piped with veins that made her wetter somehow.
He didn’t take his eyes off her and his gaze now seemed to examine every inch of her. Not only what was on the outside, but also what was hidden beneath her clothes, and then deeper than that.
Blasts of lightning flashed against her skin wherever he stripped her down with his gaze. As if he reached the end of his perusal and found her lacking in some way, he balled up the paper towel, threw it into the bin, with perfect precision and without bothering to see where it would land, he then picked up and unwrapped the package of meat.
She didn’t know how to react to that.
Part of her felt slighted. She was always chosen first, no matter what the situation, but Lawson Carter in under an hour of seeing her had made her feel… inferior.
What the fuck was wrong with her? Was she seriously upset because he decided to cook their meal himself instead of spanking her into doing it?
She should be happy.
She wasn’t.
She wanted to cry like an idiot.
