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The most gorgeous man on the face of the earth.
Damn it. My body was overriding my brain. That wasn’t acceptable. My mind wandered to the moment the towel had floated to the floor like magic, showing off every perfect inch of him. I’d be lying to myself if I said my libido hadn’t skyrocketed, my mouth watering from the sight of his long, thick, delicious cock. The fact it had been hard and throbbing, the tip purple wasn’t something a girl could get out of her mind.
I was no longer the little pest he’d called a pipsqueak. In his eyes, I’d become a woman. I would normally squeal with glee, but I was forced to remind myself this was no fairytale. We wouldn’t enter into a sizzling romance under any circumstances. His pride and his promise to Mike would keep him from doing anything but the right thing.
My brother had snarled something in his inebriated state after returning to his house about the oath he’d forced Viper to take. I’d wanted to call him on the carpet for still trying to control my life, but he’d left me standing alone in his kitchen, sulking then storming off to bed. That had left me alone to fight my demons.
At least I’d had time to spend searching the internet. I’d found out everything I could about Viper, which hadn’t been much. His military career had been considered top secret, his work with Powers Security on the down-low given the nature of the business. And what little corroboration I’d discovered about the accuracy of Mike’s accusatory comments regarding the Cosa Nostra was from a single newspaper article over a year before.
However, the headline had been startling enough.
When Good Men Cross the Line into Evil
My imagination had gotten the better of me, subjecting me to a sleepless night.
I’d never had a spanking and certainly didn’t plan on allowing him to touch me now. “I don’t think so.”
The way Viper shifted his gaze sent a shot of electricity soaring through every cell, leaving me hot and bothered all over. After the towel had slipped past his lips, I’d wanted nothing more than to stroke the base of his cock, running my finger along the underside while I cupped his swollen balls with the other. While a part of my mind told me just how wrong that was, my thoughts depraved, the sight of his chiseled body, the colorful ink covering his torso was the stuff fantasies were made of. Who didn’t like a bad boy? There wasn’t a woman alive who didn’t crave writhing underneath a powerful muscular man, his deep voice suggesting all the filthy things he was going to do.
Shuddering, I stared into his eyes, shaking my head slowly.
“You don’t think so?” Viper growled. Dear God, his deep voice was enough to send a wave of electricity all the way to my toes. The curl of his lips, the harsh glare of his eyes was captivating, but I hadn’t dropped on his doorstep to be treated like a bad little girl.
Even if I had committed every infraction he’d accused me of. “Spankings are for little girls.”
“That’s exactly what you’re acting like.”
A wave of anger flushed through my system and I couldn’t stop the caustic words from rushing past my lips. “Fuck you. I’m not going to take this shit.” When I attempted to walk away, he grabbed my arm, yanking me against his massive body. The action was so shocking I slammed one hand against his chest, lifting my other arm to slap him hard across the face.
He was too quick for me, snatching my wrist and holding my arm in midair.
“That wasn’t very nice of you, Madisen.”
“I never said I was a nice girl.”
“That’s not the girl I remember, the one I saved from certain death when she fell from a tree. She was sweet and innocent, crying her eyes out. Do you remember?”
Oh, God.
The incident was one I’d forgotten about. I’d been seven or eight at the time. He’d caught me in his strong arms, cradling me against him and telling me everything was going to be okay. Somehow, the wind was just knocked out of my sails. “That was a long time ago and I don’t go around falling out of trees,” I barely whispered, my heart racing from being so close to him. His scent was all male, spicy just like the man, the hint of citrus infused with the darkness of a forest after a spring rain. I took a deep breath and was caught in a sweet dream, my hero saving me from predators in the wild.
Blinking, I licked my dry lips, not realizing my fingers were stroking his carved muscles until he exhaled, his heated breath cascading across my face. He seemed much taller than I remembered, his abdomen a ripple of perfected muscles. I studied the intricate pattern of one of his tats, the dragon crawling along his forearm, disappearing under his tee shirt. I wanted nothing more than to drag my tongue along the fine lines, tasting his skin.
Girl. You need to stop. That can never happen.
“Yes, it was. Now, you just get yourself into trouble and refuse to own up to it. You’re a grown woman now and when you act like one, I’ll treat you like one.”
I realized he’d yet to release his hold, keeping me close. “I don’t deserve punishment.”
“Yes, you do. My rules. My house. Your choice.”
There was no choice. I had zero options.
“Fine. Let’s get this over with.” I managed to jerk out of his hold, folding my arms and backing away.
“Remove your coat and for God’s sake take off that ridiculous hat. You aren’t hiding from anyone. That’s not possible given your looks. Then lower your jeans and panties.”
There was no way I’d heard him correctly. “I’m sorry. What did you say?”
