Page 39 of Sunshine
Jesus.A moan escapes my lips. One I hope to god he didn’t hear.
“That was assault,” I say, my voice cracking. Still pinned, my skin buzzing where his palm touched me, I struggle against his grasp. If I don’t escape and get some distance from this man, I might combust. Or strip naked and throw myself at him, pussy first.
“Prove it,” he says, still trapping me between his hard body and the table. “I can prove you syphoned my diesel with the camera footage from my property and the three cans full on your deck, but can you prove I touched you?”
He’s waiting for me to speak but I’m absolutely incapable. Camera footage?Shit, shit, shit.
“I can tell you right now, there isn’t a mark on you…yet. And oh, I plan on marking you, but Sunshine, I’m going to make you beg me first. Because if there’s one thing you need more than my hand on your saucy ass, it’s to be knocked down a peg or two.”
He releases me and I spin to face him. It takes me a second more time than usual to snap back because I’m more than a little breathless. “You’ll be gray, toothless with a shriveled dick, and balls that touch your knees before that ever happens.”
“Return my diesel,” he says pointing at the door, his eyes pinning me in place.
I clench my jaw. “No.”
He cocks one sexy brow and fishes his phone out of his pocket. I make the mistake of looking down as he does and see just how hot and bothered my neighbor is. I swallow hard. His dick is impressive.
“You’ve got three choices here, Sunshine. One, you return the dieselnow. Two, we call the cops and let them figure it out. Orthree, you beg me, nicely, to punish you. After that, when your ass is good and sore and I think you’ve learned your lesson, I’ll take the diesel back myself and we let bygones be bygones.”
I don’t move. I don’t even breathe. What the hell kind of options are those? He looks at his watch and I swallow hard.
“You’ve got two minutes to decide.”
I gather a breath, panic welling. Although this no longer feels like a sexy game, I’m still throbbing, soaking wet, and quaking with need.
“Fine!” But I don’t say any more.
He crosses his arms again. I don’t know if it’s the sheer size of them or the gesture itself that has my skin tingling with electricity, but I clench my jaw and try not to pant over the sculpted beauty of them.
“Tick-tock. The guys were just cleaning up when I left. They’ll be leaving soon.”
“I said fine, didn’t I?”
“And what doesfinemean, Sunshine? Return the gas? Deal with the cops? Beg for punishment?”
Again, I fight the urge to fan myself all the while fighting my anxiety. “And I suppose you’ll be spanking me as punishment?” I ask because he could have some other way of making my ass good and sore. And that thought makes my gut lurch. I’m just not sure if it’s in excitement or fear. When did I get so kinky?
“Thanks to Tank Long, I know it’s not a foreign concept to you. And it certainly isn’t one to me. I’ll be fair though. But, Tessa, you need a good hard spanking. More than anyone I’ve ever met.”
There’s a rush of heat between my legs and I feel a little faint. “Yeah, I don’t think so, perv. I’ll return the diesel when everyone leaves.”
He chuckles humorlessly. “Nope. Wasn’t one of the options. Now or never. And the perv part is right, but it’s not over thespanking, although that’ll be plenty satisfying. It’s over what else I know you need more than anyone I’ve ever met. A good hard fucking. And you’ll be begging for that soon enough too.”
I laugh at that, but it sounds as fake as it is. “You just want to humiliate me.” I scowl, narrowing my eyes on him. “You get off on it.”
“You can learn a lot from humiliation, Ms. Fancy Pants. And imagine how humiliating it’s been for me. The lumber yard, my contractor and his crew, they all think I’m an idiot or whipped by my gorgeous neighbor. How can I expect anyone to respect me when I can’t even keep my site from being tampered with? I’m going to lose my badass biker card, Tessa.” He smirks and it eases my nerves.
I purse my lips, breathing out through my nostrils and look away. He’s right though. But instead of letting myself feel some humility, my sassy attitude shows itself.
“So, what did you learn fromyourhumiliation?” I shouldn’t have said it, I know it. But damn it, I can’t keep my mouth shut.
His face darkens as if a shadow has been cast across it.
“That both Tank Long and your grandmother had the right idea in dealing with you.”
I shift on my feet, taking my weight off my bad ankle. “What?”
“It’s true. Your grandmother told me you were going to be difficult long before I bought this property. Told me how best to deal with you.”
