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I walloped her hard and fast, realizing that if I didn’t, I’d dip my hand between her legs, and it would be all over. While I’d already tried to remind myself I wasn’t that kind of man, it had been long enough since I’d enjoyed the company of a woman in any capacity that she was able to push all my buttons.
I didn’t need to remind myself that I had walls around my emotions as thick as any chunk of concrete. Even if I allowed it, all I could do at best was fuck her. There’d be no conversation, no thought of romance. Just hard, cold fucking. And I could tell Sassy needed the whole shebang.
Attachments were dangerous.
But I was the one to fear.
CHAPTER3
Harlow
Pain.
I’d never believed before this moment just how much a spanking could hurt. Even my brusque father hadn’t believed in corporal punishment for his little girl, preferring to remove privileges, which never taught me a single lesson.
Savage was right that I wouldn’t forget this… this… bullshit for a long time. I’d been forced to submit to the ridiculous form of punishment mostly because I couldn’t move. His body was huge. He was so strong that no matter how many times and different ways I tried to twist in his hold, I couldn’t budge even a single inch.
So I’d given up, gritting my teeth as my bottom took several rounds of torment. When he had the nerve to caress my bruised skin as if his actions would provide any relief, I willed myself not to shed a single tear. What I definitely hadn’t been prepared to face was the excitement tearing through me. While my fantasies were a little bit out there, some darker than others, I’d never bought into the pain equals pleasure thing.
Until now.
My pulse continued to increase, my heart hammering with a ricochet effect in my chest. He’d been hard as a rock from the moment he tossed me over his lap like a barbarian. Yet as I ground my hips involuntarily, all I could think about was wrapping my lips around his cockhead. Did that make me a very bad girl? I didn’t want to hear the answer from the peanut gallery.
“Please, stop.” Please don’t stop. What? Oh, I was really losing it. I was wet, so much so I knew Savage had gathered a whiff of my desire. Granted, I’d noticed the bulge between his legs a full hour before, but to already smell like wanton sex was insane.
You’re losing it, girl. Get it together.
There was no amount of cheerleader-like pep talk that was going to help get me out of this jam. Even though I managed to bite back a moan, I shifted again and the hard ridge of his cock pressing smack in the middle of my swollen wetness almost brought me to an orgasm.
“Five more.”
His gruff voice continued to send a thrill through me, tickling every nerve ending. Five. It might as well be a million. At least I’d yet to stand in front of him face to face after the utter humiliation of having every single card in my name turned down. Okay, I knew that there’d been a slim chance with my credit cards the charge would go through, but my bank card? With eighty-two dollars and fifty-seven cents in cash—I’d counted it—accessible, there was no way I’d be able to get my car fixed.
This was a nightmare.
This was a disaster.
And I hadn’t told the hulking mass of a man a lie. I was starving to death. A package of crackers and two handfuls of Twizzlers in twenty-four hours didn’t qualify as bird food. Desperation hit me like a ton of bricks, the tears flowing with no possible way to stop them. I couldn’t go to my father. He’d insist I return home to a great big empty estate, and I couldn’t do that. Besides, the amount of sanctimonious bullshit he’d give me for living outside my means would turn into days of lecturing. I was twenty-eight years old. I had to get my shit together. I’d gotten myself buried in this nightmare. I’d be the one to get myself out.
No matter what I had to do.
As soon as he’d smacked me five times in rapid succession, it became deathly quiet in the room, other than the sound of me sobbing.
I was surprised as he gently pulled me onto my feet, steadying me by holding both arms. The moment was ridiculous, the look of concern in his eyes able to pull me from the feeling of utter disparity.
“Pain is good for you,” he stated with full authority, as if he’d just done me a favor. What troubled me was the look of anguish in his eyes. It was brief, so much so when I blinked his entire expression had hardened, but I’d caught it. In an unexpected move, he wiped tears from under both my eyes. The gesture was subtle and probably didn’t mean anything to a gruff man like him, but the pull of emotions it caused was tremendous. Then he eased my skirt down, his eyes never dipping below my chin.
He was truly the most gorgeous, damaged man I’d ever met. There was a kinetic energy between us, a terrifying chemistry that screamed of rough passion. Or maybe exhaustion was finally clawing at me given what little sleep I’d had.
“I’ve had plenty over the last couple of weeks. Okay? I’m sorry I took out my anger at the wrong person, but I’ve kept it bottled in long enough I might pop a gasket.”
Since I could remember, I’d hidden behind either humor or defiance when I was hurt, angry, or nervous. I was a little bit of all three right now, but I suspected he was one of the rare people who wouldn’t be put off by my often childish behavior.
No, he’ll just toss you over his lap again.
I closed my eyes, furious that my mind was running on just coffee and Twizzlers. It was obviously having a seizure of some kind.
Sighing, he glanced away for a few seconds before standing. He seemed even larger now that we’d been… intimate. Would you call a spanking intimate? “Here’s what we’re going to do,” he said. “We’re going to walk across the street to the restaurant we passed and I’m going to buy you dinner. Then you’re going to get a good night’s sleep. Tomorrow morning we’ll figure out how to get your car.”
