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"This girl." Zachary chuckled at the same time as Michael reached for her, picked her up as if she weighed nothing, and carried her over to a leather bench.
But instead of strapping her down as they had promised before, he turned her over his knee.
"Wait—"
Before she knew it, Zachary, standing behind her, had lifted her dress up. His long hard fingers slipped into the band of her panties before he dragged it off her to her knees.
"Just wait—" she cried again.
"Big girls get spanked strapped to the bench because they can handle it. Brats like you get spanked over our knees like little girls." Zachary’s words were drowned out by the sound of Michael’s hand colliding with the flesh on her butt.
She wasn’t given a chance to let her outrage be known before he did it again and again.
God help her.
She had never experienced such a biting sting anywhere on her body in all her life. Unwanted tears started to drip from her eyes. Michael laid into her again without a shred of mercy in his touch.
"Son of a bitch," she cried. "Okay, let me up right now. You three are complete and utter psychos. Let me go right now."
The sharp rawness of his strikes reignited every cell inside her. Blinding hot sparks exploded all over her skin as he continued to imprint her flesh with his hand.
Even her soul seemed to sizzle from the white-hot heat enveloping her.
Preston dropped to his haunches in front of her. Her hair had come undone, and he gathered her locks and wound them around his wrist.
Her lips quivered as she stared into his dark blue eyes. How could any man be this gorgeous? How could any of them be that gorgeous?
"You want to tell us the truth?" Preston asked softly, his thumb riding over her lower lip.
"I did," she grunted, sucking up her tears.
"Wrong answer," Zachary said. She tilted her gaze up at him, and he smiled at her. Stupid Zachary. His smile alone made her clit dance.
No. No. No.
She tried to twist her body out of their grasp, but if Michael wasn’t keeping her pinned down to him, Preston had a good enough hold on her hair to make her do anything.
And she’d be lying if she said both ways of keeping her restrained didn't make her breathless before she realized she should be fighting them off.
"Okay. Okay. Okay. I wanted to steal something…"
"What exactly?"
"Anything... anything of value. I needed the money."
"That’s not true, Dakota," Preston said, almost disappointed as he pulled at her roots. "You wanted something in particular. What was it?"
Damn it.
"Nothing," she said, defeated. "There is nothing in particular. I was going to take whatever had value."
She could never tell them the truth. She would rather they thought of her as a common thief than know the intimate details of the fiasco that was her life.
She didn’t belong in their world. She belonged in Jones’ world. And somehow that hurt her more than she knew. It also made her angry.
But through it all, something else seemed to be happening inside her as Michael delivered another round of spankings on her bottom. Her sobs threatened to turn into deep moans, and she had to bite down on her lips to stop them from escaping. Her body no longer writhed away from the punishing whips but instead rose up into them.
What was she doing?
