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“Is that right?”I tugged her head lower, exposing her neck.“You decide, eh?Just like it was your choice to go on the hike in the first place, and your call to come here to the lodge.It’s all been about you, hasn’t it, Erin?”

Her brows knitted as I listed her impotency, but for once, she said nothing.

“Justgive into me.”I shook my head at her unwillingness to capitulate.Everything with her had to be a fight.“You know I’ll take care of you, little girl.”

“Like when you tied me up?”Her breaths were coming hard and fast, although the venom in her tone seemed to have eased.

“I took care of you then.”My balls contracted at the enticing memory.“Very well as I recall.”

“The things you do…” The crease in her otherwise flawless brow deepened.“They make my head spin… sir.”Finally, she relented, swallowing as the word escaped her supple lips.“I don’t know if I’m coming or going.”

“That’s easy,” I replied in an instant.“If I’ve got anything to do with it, you’lldefinitelybe coming.”

Chapter Six

The Dizzying Dance

Erin

What the hell was wrong with me?

I wasn’t a naïve schoolgirl entangled in her first sexual crescendo.I was a grown woman, and I should have known better—better than to believe the pretty lies tumbling from his mouth—and worse, better than to believe the deceit of my own damn arousal.

Yet, as his fingers stiffened in my hair and his face descended, I knew I was succumbing.Not just to that moment and the latest caress he should never have given me, but to all of the twisted dynamic we’d curated in the cabin—that he was somehow in charge of me, not only because he seemed to alwaysknow better, but because I fucking yearned for him to be.

His lips silenced the strangled alarms wailing in my head, warning me to refuse him.Those sirens already knew they’d lost the battle.The chemistry he and I had created wasn’t a fight I could take on—it was scarcely even an argument to participate in—and all I knew as my mouth parted to accept him was that there was no question about who’d win.

He would win.

The passion would win.

There was no overcoming it.

All the years I’d stumbled on after Ray had let me down, insisting I was happy to be single and thriving in my alleged choices, when all it had taken was one determined ex-ranger and a snowstorm to incinerate my theory.

Standing there in the cabin, that was what my prior choices looked like—ashes collating in the fireplace.I might have been content watching Netflix with a packet of popcorn.I might even have enjoyed the early nights and the long, hot bubble baths, but one thing was clear.I’d never known what I’d been missing; had never factored in a desire so primal that it would override my own logic.

My head clouded as he claimed me, switching off all non-essential functions and focusing only on Eli.The heat of his body against mine, the strength of his arms as he cradled me, and the possessive probing of his tongue as it sought to master my mouth were the only markers of how long we were entwined.By the time he’d withdrawn, I was dizzied and left gripping his muscular shoulders for support.

“Stop.Pushing.Me.”He punctuated his words, though each was soft as it floated over me.“You won’t like what happens if you don’t.”

“You mean you’ll spank me again?”My pulse accelerated at the idea.

The first time he’d thrown me over him had been ruthless and unexpected, but it had taught me two important things.That Icouldhandle his palm and live to tell the tale, and, given the right impetus, I might even grow to relish its ministrations—and they had been complete revelations.Until then, I’d never even contemplated being spanked, yet the idea had been almost impossible to get out of my head ever since.

He hesitated, his eyebrow rising as he held me.“You’d like that.”

It was more of a statement than a question, but I sensed a pull to reply regardless.

“Yes.”I didn’t know what had come over me or who the shameless woman in his arms was, but clinging to him, there was only one answer to give.Yes, I wanted him to give me what I yearned for.“Yes, sir.”

I’d loathed the initial spanking, mainly because he had no right to administer it, and I sure as hell hadn’t deserved it, but knowing he could deliver something that ignited both pleasure and pain excited me.Maybe I would let him spank me again, and perhaps, the next time, I’d go willingly over his lap.What would it be like to choose the denigration, to concede in such an overt and physical way?Not because he was coercing me in some chilling way, but because he’d unleashed a brazen facet of Erin who needed more and wanted to know what it was like to fold over his body and present herself for his palm.

A dark shiver raced along my spine at the tantalizing thought.I did want him to spank me, and for the first time, there was no shame in admitting it.There was only him and me stuck there.Why not indulge myself?

“You are truly something, little girl…” He shook his head as though he couldn’t keep up with me.“I love the irony.You fought me at every possible turn the first time, and now you want me to spank you?”

“Yes.”I craved his close attention again—first the physical rebuke and then, once the heat of the spanks had diffused around my reddening ass, the pleasure that only he could bring afterward.“Will you, sir?”

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