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“You can’t,” I argue, tugging as hard as I can against his grip. He shoots me a death look, and my feet freeze to the hardwood floor.
“I’ve been patient, but no more.” He kicks the bedroom door closed and drops my wrist. Stalking across the room, he shoves out of his suit jacket and throws it onto the rocking chair in the corner of the room. When he turns to face me, he has his hands hooked on his hips.
“I already agreed to pretend to be your fiancée,” I say after a moment of quiet builds up between us.
“Do you think you should have hit my hand away?” His voice is firm. There’s no anger shaking it, or annoyance wavering through his words. He’s calm, steady, and resolved.
“I was using my phone.” It’s a weak answer, even though it’s valid. It’s my phone!
“You were trying to disobey me, even after having called me by my name three times after I very clearly told you what you’ll call me now.”
My cheeks heat. “I’m not… you can’t just… I think you got the wrong idea about me…”
“Oh?” He tilts his head to the side. “Do you think I would say something like that to you if I didn’t mean it?”
His question throws me off guard for a second. “What do you mean?”
“Do you think I’m toying with you? I’m making fun of you in some way?”
“No.” I know what that looks like; I’ve seen it before. “I don’t think that.” I shuffle my feet. He’s not making fun; he’s offering something I swore to myself was never an option with him. I’ve kept him at a distance for that reason, and he’s washed away the barrier. My chest lightens a little with the revelation.
“Do you believe me when I say I want to be Daddy, not just Roman to you?” He holds his stare steady. Meanwhile my insides shake.
“I…” I raise my chin. “Yes. I believe you.”
“We’ve danced around each other for two years. I’m done with it.” He takes purposeful steps to me and wraps his hand around my elbow.
“Wait, I don’t want a spanking.” I sound pathetic. It’s been ages since I’ve been over someone’s knee, and I’m just guessing here, but I doubt Roman has a gentle hand. What if I can’t handle what he dishes out? What if I make a complete fool of myself?
“Bad girls don’t get what they want until after they’ve been punished,malyshka.” He walks me to the ottoman at the foot of the bed and before I can really put any actual effort into stopping him, he sits down and sweeps me across his thighs.
Immediately I struggle, kicking my legs and lunging toward the floor. But he easily traps me, wrapping his thick arm around my waist and holding me tight against his body. One leg clamps down over both of mine, and I’m locked in tight with my ass completely at his mercy.
I doubt he even understands the concept of mercy.
“Wait!” I yell out when his hand rides up my thigh, gathering the hem of this stupid dress I’m wearing.
“I’ve waited two years; I’m not waiting another second.” He shoves the dress up over my ass to my hips and then stops.
Embarrassment floods me and I push even harder against the floor trying to dislodge myself from his grasp.
“White panties.” He slips one finger beneath the elastic of my cotton briefs and runs it along the small of my back. “You’re even sweeter than I thought.” He drags the cotton material over my ass and tugs them down beneath my cheeks. I’m going to melt into a pool of humiliation.
I moan quietly at my own mortification. No man finds cotton briefs sexy.
“Don’t be embarrassed,malyshka. I love these panties.” He shoves them down my thighs further until they can’t go any lower because of his leg encasing me.
“Please let me up,” I say quietly. “I’ve learned my lesson.” Can’t this embarrassment be enough?
“What did I say about lying?” He smacks my ass.
I jolt from the shock of it. It’s not the first time I’ve had my ass slapped, but it’s more powerful somehow with it coming from Roman’s hand.
“I’m not lying!” I try to reach my right hand back, but he snatches it and holds it down against my back.
“What lesson did you learn?” His hand rests on my bare ass cheeks, completely muddling my thinking process. How can a girl think with this surge of heat coursing through her veins?
“Uh… no lying.” That sounds good. A solid answer considering the swirling tornado that is my brain right now.
