Page 11 of Filthy Rogue


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“Whew,” the clerk said.

“Tell me about it.” I shifted my gaze to the oversized window, watching her pacing back and forth like a wild mustang. Taming her would take far too much time.

“Here you are, Mr. Masters.”

“How’s the barbeque joint?”

He grinned. “The best in the state. You won’t be disappointed.”

I grabbed my card, shoving into my wallet, amused the place still used keys. “I’ll keep that in mind.” As I walked outside, I could hear her nasty comments several yards away. It was time to teach her a valuable lesson about how to treat strangers. When I grabbed her arm, she yelped.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

“Taking you to your room where you and I are gonna have a talk.” I dragged her toward the set of stairs, tuning her out as I headed toward the rooms. Which of course had to be side by side. Growling, I stuck the key into the first one, immediately pushing her inside.

“We don’t have anything to talk about.”

I flicked on the light then closed the door behind me. While a huge part of me wanted to discipline her in front of poor man she’d chastised, maybe there were some gentleman aspects inside of me after all. I yanked the drapes closed then wasted no time, dragging her with me toward the bed.

“What is this?” she demanded, struggling with everything she had to get away from me.

“This is an intervention, one I think you needed a long time ago, and I’m not talking about your piss poor attitude in the convenience store.” I decided talking was highly overrated. There wasn’t a single person who could talk over her, let alone get through the stubborn streak she’d perfected. Grabbing her purse out of her hand, I tossed it onto the table. Then I sat down, dragging her over my lap, immediately jerking her skirt up as far as it would go. Shit, man. She was wearing a thong. Didn’t women know that tempting a very bad man with skimpy lingerie wasn’t in their best interest? My mouth watered all over again.

“Oh, my God. You’re a bastard. A son of a bitch.”

“You need to watch that mouth of yours or someone is going to wash it out with soap.” That someone might just be me. The woman was stronger than she looked, almost managing to free herself. I threw one legs over hers, yanking her close to my body. The immediate friction as her stomach brushed across my aching cock brought another wave of hunger.

“No. Don’t you dare! I’ll get you for this.”

I brought my hand down several times, amazed she was still fighting me. Sassy was one tough girl.

“Yeah, I’ve heard that one before. Just take your punishment like a good girl. You know you deserve it.”

“No such thing, you bastard.”

“I think I’ll add a dozen extra just for that.” While her thong offered no protection, she deserved to be completely bare given her bad behavior. As I yanked them over her bottom, rolling the thin lace down her thighs, she cursed me under her breath, continuing to wiggle.

“Oh!” she squealed and shifted back and forth, only causing me to suck in my breath as my shaft was driven against the hard zipper.

Hard. Yeah, I wanted to fuck her long and hard. That wasn’t going to happen. I tried to concentrate on the spanking. I managed to block out every squeal, but I was about ready to lose my mind from seeing a hint of her swollen pussy peeking around the thin lace.

Red lace, no less.

I looked away, bringing my hand down on the top of one thigh then the other.

Somehow, Sassy managed to buck hard enough against me that before I knew it, she smacked me in the face. The girl even had a powerful right swing.

“That hurts!” Her yelp was mixed with the most rebellious tone I’d heard yet.

She was like fighting a wildcat as I tried to grab her arm, finally yanking it behind her back. Damn. I was sweating from the exertion.

“Ten more but you better calm down or I’ll be forced to take off my belt.”

Twisting her head, she took several gulps of air, issuing the meanest glare yet. I brushed my fingers across her bottom, appreciating the building heat. She might be a little bit uncomfortable sitting for the rest of the night.

“You gonna behave?”

Her thoughtful nod made me want to lock my motel room that night to avoid her attempt at getting even. She lowered her head, planting her hand on the floor. When I started again in earnest, the damn girl started grinding against me.

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