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“I’m greedy,” I replied, squirming helplessly against him. “And defiant.”

“Yes, you were.” Vince’s voice was a mere growl, and then—

I cried out as he spanked me—a short, firm slap of his palm against my ass that made my body pulse with initial pain, then the sweet relief of pleasure. I felt like I was melting, and the stinging sensation drove me to grind against his thigh more, which only made everything so much more sensitive.

Vince hummed thoughtfully, then spanked me again. I moaned, feeling my spine turning to liquid. The jolt of his hand on my ass, combined with the illicit pressure against his thigh and his overshadowing dominance… it was so unbelievably electrifying and erotic, I felt like I was going to crawl out of my own skin.

“I really should control myself,” Vince mused. He spanked me again and my head dropped forward onto his shoulder, my erratic breath dampening his skin. “But I want to feel you come again. Think you can do that, sweetheart? Come just on my thigh? Just from my spanking?”

Oh God, I—I didn’t know if I could, but the idea of it was so arousing I found myself grinding down harder in response.

Vince swatted me again and I moaned. I couldn’t help it. I’d become putty in his hands. “Answer me, Marla.”

“I don’t know,” I admitted, shaking my head in denial. “I don’t know if I can do that.”

“Well.” Vince gently kissed my temple, a complete contrast to the punishment he was inflicting. “Let’s find out.”

My fingers dug into his shirt as he spanked me repeatedly, relentlessly, guiding me with his other hand into gyrating on his thigh. I was still wearing my already-soaked underwear, evidence of how he’d already made me come so hard and fast—and somehow that made this entire scenario even more explosive. I gave up on trying to hold in my noises and moaned wantonly, working myself on him as he drove me closer and closer to the edge…

I came for the second time with a strangled cry, staining his jeans with my release. The pleasure and slight sting of it all, the control he had over me, it was all too much. I should have been completely satisfied, but instead I clawed frantically at his clothes. I was ready to beg him to take me to his bed, to plead with him to take me any way he wanted.

“God, I can’t wait to fuck you properly,” Vince growled. “You’re the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. The things I’m going to do to you—”

He yanked on the braided part of my upswept hair, rough and assertive, and it felt like electricity shot straight through me. I gasped and his tongue slid in between my parted lips, claiming my mouth and leading me into the most heated, frantic kiss I’d ever experienced. I clung to him, aching to be filled with the cock I could feel trapped against my body—

The door to the apartment abruptly burst open, and the bodyguard who’d brought me up to Vince’s apartment the first time stood in the doorway, gun in his hand. He didn’t seem to care that he’d caught us in the middle of a sexual situation, and I had a moment to be grateful that I was still clothed, even if my dress was rucked around my waist.

“Boss.” The man’s face was tense. “There’s been another attack.”

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Chapter Nine

Vince

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The moment Toby said there’d been an attack, Marla seemed to forget that only a moment ago she’d been red as a fire hydrant at his interruption. She slid off my thigh and onto the ground, straightening her dress and immediately regaining her composure like the sophisticated woman she was.

“Who?” she demanded, as if it was her right to know. “What happened?”

Toby looked to me for guidance. I nodded, allowing him to proceed since I knew “another attack” could only mean on the Preston family, since everything else in our territory had remained fairly quiet.

He glanced back at Marla. “Your father, Miss Russo. He’s all right, but he’s had to go underground. It was a near miss.”

“Do we know who did it?” All business now, Marla strode over, and I was impressed by her commanding presence, her confidence, especially since she’d been caught right after enjoying an incredibly intense orgasm.

Now that’s a woman to marry, I thought. Where else would I find a woman who could melt in my arms one second, and show a backbone of steel the next?

“We don’t know, ma’am. I had our boys keeping an eye out, as Mr. Russo requested,” he told her. “The attack seems to have been a sniper of some kind, aimed at your father in his office. He dropped some files and bent down to pick them up right as the man fired. We tried to investigate the source of the shot but found nothing.”

I frowned as I digested the information. That didn’t make sense. A sniper shot was distant, cold, impersonal. From the report I’d been given on Dmitri’s death, his murder had been…messy. He’d been hit several times, beaten, and then stabbed in multiple places. That suggested something personal, perhaps someone he even knew and trusted. But a sniper…?

“Do you know where Andrei went?” I asked.

Toby shook his head, but Marla spoke up. “I do. I know all of my father’s hiding places. I can take you to him.”

“Good.” I nodded succinctly. “I want to offer him my official protection and ask for your hand.”

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