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Albeit gently, I grasped her upper arm as firmly as necessary. She pulled away as though she was trying to escape, but I didn’t let her go.
“I’m going to give you one last chance, Miss Kozlov. You will agree to stay here like a good girl, and you can have the run of the place. If you insist on being a bad girl though, I’m going to have to treat you like one.”
“Fuck off, Caden,” she retorted.
Taking a deep breath to steady myself, I stared into those pretty green eyes. Hidden deep within them, I saw wariness as well as curiosity, but there was something else there that I couldn’t quite define.
Holding her arm safely in my grasp, I gently guided her into the living room. A part of me wanted to throw her over my shoulder and carry her myself, but I wanted to give her one final chance to get out of this before I spanked her defiant little bottom bright red.
Instead, she continued to resist me all the way to the living room couch, muttering all sorts of obscenities that would have made a sailor blush.
With a swiftness she didn’t see coming, I sat down and quickly hauled her over my thigh. Knowing she was going to fight me, I pinned her legs beneath my other leg. Once she realized that she was firmly held in place, she started to struggle. Her little toes pounded against the floor, and she reached back, trying to pull the hem of her shirt down further even though she was still completely covered.
“I’m going to give you one last chance, Anastasia. Promise to be a good girl and obey me,” I declared firmly.
“No,” she blurted out, her defiant determination clear in her voice.
With a weary sigh, I wrapped my hand around her waist. Her small little body fit against me like a glove, perfectly suited to mine like she was made for this. The sleek contours of her form emphasized her graceful curves, while her lithe limbs stretched out with a subtle tension. Her skin, smooth and inviting, seemedto beckon my touch. The gentle rise and fall of her back hinted at the anticipation that coursed through her, and her tousled hair caught the light just so that it left me mesmerized for a second, until I remembered myself.
There was no surrender in her body language, simply defiance, and I knew how to handle that.
With firm intention, I grasped the cotton material of my shirt. Very slowly, I lifted it to reveal her bottom, which was mercifully clad in a pair of white cotton panties.
They were very small cotton panties though. Her beautiful little ass swallowed up that pair of panties, almost making the piece of fabric into a thong.
Fuck. Her ass was perfect.
Gorgeous and round and shaped like a heart, I stared for several seconds longer than I should.
If she was mine, I’d most definitely take her panties down and bare her bottom, but she belonged to my brother. I’d leave them up forhissake, not hers.
My cock surged with arousal, and I shifted her, hoping she wouldn’t be able to feel my raging erection poking into her side. The intoxicating scent of her skin, the softness of her curves beneath my hand, and the heat radiating from her body stirred a deep, primal desire within me. Her vulnerability and defiance in this moment ignited a fierce longing there, as well. My heart pounded with conflicting feelings, but the intensity of my desire was undeniable.
I fought to maintain my control, but every brush of her fingers against my leg, every sigh that slipped from her lips, drew me in deeper.
Just because she belonged to my brother didn’t mean that I wasn’t going to enjoy every second of this.
She wasn’t going to, though.
I would make sure of that.
CHAPTER 4
Anastasia
Even though I’d baited Caden into this, my body was tense with wariness. I hadn’t actually believed him when he’d threatened to spank me. Part of me had been curious enough to push him, but I hadn’t really thought that he’dactuallyfollow through.
So, I’d tested him.
I’d seen his cock tented in his pants. He was aroused by the idea of taking me in hand, and I could use that to my advantage. When men let their cocks do the thinking, that’s when they started making mistakes. I had a feeling that Caden would be no different.
Sure, he might actually spank me, but I would in theory “learn my lesson” and then put my own plans of escape into action while he thought that I was sitting here at the safehouse, well-punished, obedient, and contrite.
I wasn’t the type to be obedient. I could think on my feet, and I would use this entire circumstance to my advantage.
I could survive a spanking. It was a punishment meant for children, and I was a survivor. All my life, I’d had to rely on myself and my own intuition while my father was off running the family business. I’d had to protect myself time and time again, knowing who to trust and who to take advantage of to achieve whatever I wanted, whenever I wanted.
Some might call me a bad girl, but I was simply taking care of myself. I was going to be a queen one day, and I deserved to be treated like one.
