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A spanking wasn’t exactly what I had in mind, but beggars couldn’t be choosers. I would make do with the hand that I was dealt. I’d make this work for me no matter what.
My hand tensed around the tracker encased within my fingers. My father had insisted on putting one in my custom Jimmy Choo’s because while he knew the Murphys were loyal, they still had a ruthless reputation in the criminal underground, so he didn’t trust them completely. I hadn’t argued, knowing he was likely right.
I hadn’t imagined my wedding day going anything like this, of course.
This hadn’t actually become real until he’d lifted my shirt. Right now, I was over my fiancé’s brother’s knee, about to get the very first spanking of my entire life.
The button-up shirt had been an intentional choice too. I had wanted him to put down his guard, and with men, that was easy when they were only thinking with one brain. I’d done it before, and it had worked flawlessly on lesser men.
I’d never ended up with my bottom about to be spanked by any of them though.
Still, I wasn’t going to let him get to me. I was going to win this, even if it meant a little bit of a sore bottom after this was all over.
I’d be fine…
Pretending I was a little off balance, I clung to Caden’s ankle, and my fingers danced with a deft grace, covertly sliding the tiny tracker into the hidden recesses of his shoe. My touch was careful and deliberate as I felt the cold metal slip into place.
Good. Things were beginning to look up.
I couldn’t let him leave without me knowing where he was headed. With deliberate intent, I glanced down and saw the tracker nestled snugly among the fabric, invisible and unnoticeable. Silently, I prayed he wouldn’t detect it.
I needed to make sure Connor was alright.
I was taking control of my own destiny. I couldn’t risk him not being found. He was my best chance at a fair and reasonable marriage, and I wouldn’t give that up for the world.
Right now, the Kozlovs needed to secure a massive alliance. I needed to make a statement, and my marriage to Connor would solidify that. I couldn’t waste any time making other alliances. My marriage needed to happen sooner rather than later so my family would be best situated in the coming war against the cartel.
There was no way they’d be able to just walk away from what they had done.
I wouldn’t let them. I would get my revenge for what they did to my father. With Connor, I’d be able to destroy them. I could wrap him around my little finger and get him to do whatever I wanted.
Caden, on the other hand, was proving to be entirely different. He was an alpha male to a ‘t’, and as tempting as I looked in his shirt, he hadn’t caved. Instead of doing my bidding, he’d put me over his knee for a spanking.
The absolute fucking nerve!
His shirt was bunched up in the middle of my back, baring my panty clad bottom. I hadn’t been able to find any other panties in the closet, so I’d been forced to put on my bridal lingerie instead. That being said, they exposed more of me than the panties I typically wore, making this seem far more shameful than it should.
Connor was the one that was supposed to be seeing these,nothis brother.
There was something about Caden seeing them first that was seductively arousing all on its own. I drew my lower lip in between my teeth, breathing in nervously as I struggled one more time to try to break free, but it was useless.
Caden had me thoroughly pinned in place. With his leg over the backs of mine, I could hardly even kick.
A little part of that made me nervous.
“I’m giving you one last chance, Anastasia,” he murmured. The heavy cadence of his voice rolled down my spine like a summer rain, and I had difficulty keeping my hips still at the sound of it.If he noticed, he didn’t say anything, but I could feel my cheeks flush at the thought of it.
“I already told you to fuck off,” I scoffed, but there was the faintest tremble of nerves to my voice that hadn’t been there before.
I could do this. It was nothing more than a spanking.
“All you need to do is promise me you’ll stay put,” he said softly.
I didn’t answer. Instead, I looked down to make sure that the tracker was still in place, which it was.
Right now, I could promise him that I would be obedient, that I would follow his instructions like a good little girl and behave, but I wasn’t that kind of girl.
I was a fucking queen.
