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I could tell he was thinking about it. Then he shook his head. “That’s not going to happen. I’m also a man of honor and I gave you my word that I would be with you for the entire weekend.”

“I revoke the deal. I’ll give you your money still. Okay? I can’t do this, Phoenix. I can’t pretend when I really want to be here with you. I want to stay but it’s not right and I won’t be able to look myself in the mirror.” I jerked to my feet, trying to keep from bolting to the door.

He grabbed my arm as he’d done before, yanking me back with enough force I was pitched onto his lap. “Hear me, little bird. I’m in charge and you’re staying right here with me. Period. I won’t let you go. If I need to handcuff you to my bed, I will.”

“Why? Is it all about the deal? I know it’s not about the damn money.”

“Stop cursing. You’re a lady,” he growled.

“I’ll curse if I want to. Fuck you.” Even as I said the awful words, I rubbed my fingers across his lip where Lincoln had gotten in a single shot. I expected him to wince, but he was one strong guy, refusing to act as if anything hurt him.

God help me, I wanted him more than I could ever imagine craving anyone. I couldn’t help but laugh, racing away from him and into the living room. I should have known he’d catch me within seconds, yanking me by the arm. While his eyes were laced with mischief, his grin was practically evil. “You are a very bad girl.”

I struggled, giving him a defiant look. “Yes, I am.”

“Then we’re going to need to do something about it.” He pushed me backward, walking me further into the room.

“What do you think you can do about it?” I challenged. “And you didn’t answer my earlier question.” Everything about him was powerful, my entire body shaking from his firm hold.

There was an entirely different look in his eyes, as if the beast had come out to play. Then a wry smile drifted across his face and butterflies erupted in my stomach. “To answer your question, I want you here because that’s what I need. You’re the only woman who’s lit a fire in me in five years and if you think I’m going to let you go, you’ve got another think coming.”

“Really?” His words thrilled me, my heart racing.

“Oh, yeah, baby. But I got news for you. You’re going to learn to be more obedient.” The evil glint in his eyes pierced mine seconds before he plopped down on the couch, yanking me over his knees. I immediately yelped, struggling to get out of his hold.

“What are you doing?”

“Giving you a much needed reminder that you’re a lady.” He wasted no time yanking my dress over my bottom to my waist, dragging down my thong with such ferocity I heard the material rip. “You are one mouthy, bad girl, and I’m going to help you stop that.”

I was breathless, shocked that he would do such a thing, but I should have known better. He was far too dominant and rugged. I’d never felt like such a bad girl in my life. He brought his hand down hard and fast, moving from one side to the other in rapid succession.

The wind was knocked out of me, my mind a fuzzy mess of desire and uncertainty as the pain swiftly caught up to me. Every inch of my body tingled, but the shock of what he was doing kept me from fighting to get away.

Then the usual girl took over, trying to claw my way out of his clutches.

I managed to get a few inches, but he dragged me back. “None of that or I’ll be forced to take other measures.”

“Other measures? This hurts like a son of a bitch.”

“What did I tell you about cursing? Do I need to wash your mouth out with soap?”

“You wouldn’t dare.”

He chuckled, the sound sending a firecracker of desire into every cell and muscle. “You really don’t know me very well, do you?” He cracked his hand against my naked bottom several times, the rhythm exactly the same as the ragged beating of my heart. Nothing could have shocked me any more than what he was doing.

Panting, I continued to struggle, kicking out my legs, cursing under my breath as the pain turned into agony. How could a spanking hurt so badly?

“Stop. Stop!” My pleading fell onto deaf ears. There was no doubt about it. When I wiggled even more, he’d had enough of my misbehavior. He was so strong that he rose from the couch, his arm firmly planted around my waist, able to drag me with him as he walked to the small cabinet. I watched in horror as he opened the drawers one by one until he found what he was looking for.

A damn ping-pong paddle. Was he fucking with me?

“No. No!” I screeched, frustration bringing tears to my eyes.

“This is what happens when you fight me.” He brought the paddle down so fast that I felt as if I’d gone into suspended animation. How could he do that to me? Oh, God. I couldn’t seem to stop tears from slipping past my eyelashes. I wasn’t certain if it was because of the intensity of the pain or the frustration of knowing somewhere deep inside I deserved this.

He cracked the thick piece of wood down six times then stormed back to the couch, tugging me across his lap and immediately swinging his leg over mine. “This is what you need on a regular basis.”

The brutal man sounded happy in what he was doing. I flailed even more, twisting to the point I thought for certain I could slide off his lap.

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