Page 134 of Maddox

We’d had over two days of waiting for the article I’d penned to appear in theChicago Sun. Two days of worrying and wondering if we’d done the right thing.

“What are you talking about?” I struggled in his hold even as he grabbed one of my arms then the other, yanking both over my head.

“You know exactly what I’m talking about. You defied my orders and sent the article off to your editor without talking to me.”

“Oh, that.” What the hell was he doing? Tying me to the iron posts on the headboard? Oh, no. He was not going to do this. I continued fighting him while he was wrapping something around my hands. Where had he gotten the rope? “You are so not doing this.”

“I suggest you keep your voice down or our guests will hear. Unless you prefer a little shame with your discipline. I have a feeling you’re a little bit kinkier than I originally gave you credit for.”

Maddox took his time even whistling as he pulled my wrists tightly together then tying both around the post. After finishing, he tugged to check that there was no chance of escape.

“Ugh. You bastard.”

“You know I like the dirty stuff. Right?”

“You are a horrible human being.”

“You should have remembered that when you decided to defy my command. By doing so, you could have placed yourself in harm’s way.”

“Whoa. You walked back in the door and suggested I send the article off. Including with the names of the people supposedly involved.”

“Oh, they’re involved alright. You saw that for yourself. However, the fact you disobeyed me isn’t something I can just let pass.” Satisfied, he moved a few inches away, gripping the shorts I’d stolen from his drawer to sleep in.

“It’s been almost three days.”

“Yep. So what? There are no time limitations.” He ripped the material down my hips, issuing a single growl after doing so.

“I’m appealing.”

“I’m afraid I’m judge and jury. There will be no appeals.” He tossed the shorts aside and reached for my thong. I wiggled, shifting from side to side.

“No. You’re not doing this. We agreed.”

He chuckled under his breath as he tugged at the lacy material, easily ignoring my shifting moves. Within seconds, he had the thong in his hand.

“I’ll scream. I’m certain Kage will come to my rescue.”

“No, he won’t, but you’re right. I don’t know Chuck very well. I need to make certain he won’t attempt becoming a hero in my story.”

As soon as I opened my mouth to protest, he shoved the damp material past my lips. Was he kidding me? I yelled at him through the lace, the muffled sound frustrating as hell.

I kicked my legs as he continued boosting the anticipation. In the bedside lamp, I watched as he moved into the bathroom. What in the hell was he searching for? I kicked out, trying to break free, but it was no use. He was right. The man had skills no one else in the world had.

Damn him.

When he returned in what seemed like an eternity later, he stood in the doorway.

Lifting our wooden bath brush.

No. No fucking way was he spanking me with that.

His grin was huge as he walked forward, even doing a little jig. He’d warned me he was going to tame me. He was having way too much fun with this. The bastard! I screamed, but the sound was muted. Or maybe I hadn’t used the power of my vocal cords. The last thing I wanted was to face an embarrassing moment. I continued wiggling as he approached.

The frown on his face was infuriating. What did the asshole do? He grabbed the pillow from under my head, shoving it under my hips so my butt would be in the air.

The scent of my arousal was mildly repulsive, at least at that moment. His scent lingered on my skin from the delicious round of passion, but he could forget about another one for a long time. Months. Years.

After placing the brush right by my side where I’d be forced to stare at it, he took a step back, using both thumbs and forefingers to make a frame with his hands. If he dared take a photograph of me like this, I would stick a knife in his heart. I should have followed my instincts before and gutted the man.

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