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He holds a hand out and pulls me to my feet. I see the faintest spark in his dark eyes.

He leans down and whispers, “And little one, I know exactly how wet you are after being spanked over my knee.”

I blush so much I feel the heat coming off my cheeks.

“But bad girls aren’t rewarded with orgasms.”

Oh. My. God.

He casually takes my hand and leads me back to my bedroom. “This time, actually go to sleep.”

The door closes, the lock clicks.

My attention shifts to the glorious bed. Exhausted, I snuggle into the plush blankets and fall asleep.

CHAPTER21

Waking up in the large, soft bed, it takes a minute to remember where I am. Then it all comes back to me. Gunfight, explosion, kidnapped, whatever that conversation with Sean was, followed by an ill-conceived escape, and being spanked to within an inch of my life.

Not spanked, punished.

And then the deepest sleep of my life. I look at the clock. Apparently a lot of sleep.

Holy shit.No wonder I need to pee.

Coming out of the bathroom, I notice a bottle of water and ibuprofen on the nightstand, and a phone plugged in to charge. When did that get there? A note is taped to the phone.

The phone has my number programmed. Text me when you want out of the room.

P.S. Yes, the phone can only contact me.

Sean

I rub my temples. My head still hurts from yesterday, though it’s markedly improved, so I’m probably not going to die from a brain bleed. Just about every other part of me hurts too, come to think of it. I send a little prayer to the ibuprofen gods for salvation and toss back the little brown pills. I send Sean a text.

I want out of the room.

The response is quick, but infuriating.

Ask nicely.

I respond out of reflex.

Bite me.

When he doesn’t answer me, I try again.

Please.

A shiver runs through me when I read his response.

Please bite you? Or please let you out of your room?

I curse at my ovaries. He’s part of the fucking Irish mob. They aren’t convinced.

I unwillingly flash back to the day I saw him shirtless in the park. Followed by remembering the earth-shattering orgasm in my shower thinking about it later.

I really wish I had on underwear right now. I can already feel the heat building between my thighs. A slight residual soreness on my butt sends tingling sensations straight to my pussy. Which reminds me ofwhymy butt is sore, which then reminds me of being held across his lap with his hand spanking my ass. Oh, god, and his cock, long and hard and pressing against my stomach.

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