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The word whispers from my lips like a secret as my eyes close.

“Louder. Properly. And I want you to fucking look at me when you say it.”

I force my eyes open, my face pulsing as his gaze rips into mine.

“Well?”

My heart skips.

“Yes, Sir.”

His lips curl triumphantly, raw power surging in his eyes.

“Good girl.”

I flush bright red.

“When…when do we—”

We start? Immediately.” He raises a hand, crooking two fingers and then pointing to his lap. “Lie down right here.”

My jaw drops. Gavan smiles dangerously.

“You did, in fact, hurt me, Eilish,” he growls. “Now you will be punished for it.”

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EILISH

It happens so fast,I’m barely even aware of it. One second, I’m standing there gawking at him, trying to get my brain to function properly. The next, he’s grabbing me and yanking me across his lap.

And suddenly, that’s exactly where I find myself: in freaking black lace lingerie and heels, face down across Gavan Tsarenko’s muscled thighs. I gasp, shivering when I feel the expensive linen of his suit pants against my naked torso.

Shivering too at the realization that my bare ass is up in the air, only covered—barely—by a thong.

“Wait! What the—”

And that’s when it happens. With one motion, his broad, powerful hand comes down with a hard smack against my ass. Heat blossoms out from the place of impact, chasing across my skin like electric currents from a live wire.

Then he spanks my other butt cheek, and I choke back a gasp as I squirm against him.

“What thefuck!” I blurt. I try and twist either toward him, oroffhim. But one of his hands grabs my ponytail firmly. The other one, the one that’s just spanked me, grips my throbbing, smarting ass tightly. Between the two, I’m not going anywhere.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing!?”

“Punishing you,” he growls, making me shiver as the hand on my ass lightly strokes the stinging skin.

“This isnotpart of our—”

“Did you or did younotagree to be my willing little free use toy, Eilish,” he rasps darkly.

A tremble ripples through my core. Visions of the darkly sexy fantasies and the filthy videos I’ve watched online start dancing teasingly through my mind.

“Answer me.”

“Yes,” I choke.

He’s silent, but when his grip tightens on my ass and my ponytail, I know what he’s thinking.

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