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“I think you do, naughty girl, especially by that adorable little blush that’s painting your cheeks right now,” Caden continued.
“What was she supposed to do?” Connor finally asked, his curiosity getting the best of him.
“She was supposed to take down her pretty white panties and touch that needy little clit of hers while she thought about you and I taking her over our knees when she’s been especially naughty,” Caden replied, and I almost choked on a piece of sausage.
“Caden!” I gasped, almost unable to believe he’d said that out loud.
I hated that it kind of turned me on. It was like my body was betraying me, and that irritated me more than I cared to admit.
Despite my annoyance, Caden’s face held an intriguing mix of darkness and mystery that drew me in even though I didn’t want it to. I sat there, stewing as I chewed on the piece of meat, trying to grapple with my shame over the fact that I had done exactly what he’d asked me to. It didn’t end there either. To makematters worse, he wanted me to confess that I’d touched myselfout loud.
My clit throbbed, almost like it wanted to expose me, and tell the brothers that maybe I did like this. I was never going to admit that out loud though, not a chance in hell.
“Answer the question, little girl,” he demanded, and I looked at Connor for help, but his expression held nothing but dark excitement. He was enjoying this, and that only annoyed me that much further.
“Fuck off, Caden,” I muttered.
“Is your bottom still sore from Caden’s spanking, little girl?” Connor asked, his suggestive tone catching me by surprise.
I turned my head, locking eyes with him. His normally playful gaze had transformed into something darker, something more possessive and unyielding. A sly smirk tugged at the corners of his lips, his expression firm and determined. It was as if he had tapped into a side of him that I hadn’t seen before, and it sent a thrill of excitement mixed with uncertainty through me.
What was happening right now?
“It’s not,” I finally said, mustering up as much defiance as I possibly could. I lifted my chin and sat up in my chair with my back straight, showing him with every inch of my body that I wasn’t about to back down.
The tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife.
“That’s good. Do you know why?” Connor replied, and Caden smiled beside him.
Suddenly, nervous butterflies started fluttering in the pit of my belly, but I held my ground. I wasn’t about to show either of them that they were getting to me. Not a chance.
“Because I want to start from scratch when I teach you what happens to naughty girls who tease their future husbands after they finish their breakfast,” he warned, and I stilled.
“You can’t be serious,” I exclaimed.
“Dead serious, naughty girl,” Connor scolded, and I turned to Caden, expecting one of them to relent and tell me that they were joking.
As I met Caden’s eyes, I was met with a look of dark amusement dancing in the depths of his icy blue gaze. His lips curled into a subtle, almost sinister smile, his expression a mixture of challenge and a playful sense of power.
He wasn’t going to save me from this.
“I’m not going to let you spank me. I can do whatever I want,” I countered.
Connor raised a single eyebrow, and the butterflies in my stomach turned to panicked songbirds.
“Oh, sweet girl, that’s cute,” Connor murmured, and I gritted my teeth and slammed my fork on the table.
Okay, it might have been a little childish, but whatever. I wasn’t going to stand for being treated like this, even though it was making my nipples hard and my pussy pulse like it was playing its very own drumbeat.
“I’m going to finish my breakfast upstairs,” I retorted with as much attitude as I could muster, channeling a teenage girl thathad just been told no while on her period. I stood up, but then Caden cleared his throat.
“Sit down, little girl,” Caden said firmly, and just like that, my ass was in the chair again.
A bit flustered, I met his firm stare and licked my lips. His gaze followed the line of the tip of my tongue, which for some reason felt so shamefully filthy. An image of me on my knees kneeling before him flashed before my eyes, and I blanched, choosing to stare at my plate instead.
“Whatever. You wouldn’t dare,” I muttered.
“Little girl, would you rather be spanked in your bedroom after breakfast or right now at the table with the wooden spatula I used to cook it this morning? Either way, that defiant little bottom is going to be bare and bright red before lunchtime,” Connor threatened, and I opened my mouth before closing it again.
