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“Don’t you dare use my words against me. When I said that, I didn’t mean for you to do a fucking hotel heist. You’re moving back in.”
She pushed at my chest and dashed away from me. I let her. A part of me, the rational part, was still hoping that perhaps she could get away from me.
Seething, she walked to her desk. “You can’t do this. I’m not your property.”
My darker-than-dark side stalked after her, sealing her fate.
“Don’t you understand, Ekaterina? I can do anything I want to anyone I want.”
Demons must have possessed her because she grabbed a candlestick from her desk. My eyes narrowed.
She smiled sweetly. “You’re not the only one who can do stuff.” She hurled the candle at me.
I ducked just in time and the piece of silver flew right past where my head had been.
My gaze turned frosty. “You did not just throw something at me.”
“Are you blind? I did exactly that. Screw you, Kristoff. Screw you for screwing with my life. Now get out. I’m tired and want to go to bed.” She yawned and fluffed up a pillow for good measure.
The predator inside of me awoke from a deep winter sleep. My Katya had become quite the actress, bluffing her way through things with balls of steel. But too bad for her, because I could see right through it. Even worse for her, I blocked the way to the bathroom, her only possible haven.
I loosened my belt. Her eyes went wide in alarm as I pulled the leather out of the loops of my jeans.
“What are you doing?”
I pointed at the bed. “Sit on the edge, take it like a woman, and I’ll stop after twenty.”
“You’re not getting anywhere near me.”
Near her, on her, inside of her. Soon I’d be everywhere. I was done waiting, done holding myself back. Our bodies would collide, our scents would mingle, until we were as one.
A panicked look washed over her face, and she bolted to the door. I didn’t move a muscle until she went past me and my arm shot out and swung around her waist. Then I tackled her to the floor.
“No!” Her voice was muffled as she rolled onto her stomach.
I was on her in a heartbeat. She fought like a wildcat, but I held her wrists in one hand, while my thighs constricted her legs.
“It will only hurt more if you struggle.”
I yanked up her dress and tore down her panties until I had my eye on the prize—her luscious ass. Her globes were pert and pale. I wanted to bite them, kiss them, then drive my cock between them as I pounded into her tight heat. Not before I’d made my point, though. Perhaps she felt my appraisal, because she suddenly went slack underneath me, all fight leaving her body.
I let go of her wrists. The leather of my belt caressed her cheek, and I drew circles on the taut flesh. My other hand slowly peeled off her thong, pulling it over her ass then all the way down to her knees. My heart beat like a drum when I noticed the slick glistening between her thighs. She was aroused from our little struggle. I wished I didn’t have to do what I was about to, but I couldn’t let what she’d done go. I’d been up front with her from the start. I ruled outside of the mansion, and she had broken several safety protocols tonight. That had consequences.
All my rules pounded through my head as the leather belt dropped from my hand. The soft thud seemed loud in the silent room. Katya’s shoulder blades relaxed as she figured out that I’d let go of the belt.
She was in for a surprise, though. My hands molded around her butt cheeks, massaging them firmly. I dipped my head low and glided my tongue along her folds. A moan erupted from her and she tried to shimmy her legs, working to get friction on her pussy. Not happening.
My hand firmly landed on her butt. Katya shrieked and tried to buck me off her. I pressed my head to the nape of her neck and whispered in her ear.
“You’re going to get twenty, and then when your flesh can’t get any hotter, I’m going to fuck you.”
Her body froze.
I continued setting the rules. “You will not speak. You will not move. All you will do is take what I give you. Can you do that? Tap your hand once if you can. Twice if you can’t.”
She didn’t hesitate, tapping her hand once.
“Good girl.” I smacked her butt again. Nineteen more hits followed, coloring her ass in shades of pink.
