Page 107 of The Curse of Golden Blood
She chuckled, breathing hard. "No."
"And what's the penalty for disobeying a command?"
Her eyes widened, though some part of her seemed to revel in the heat there. "I don't know."
"You don't know?" I tilted my head, studying her flushed face. "Or you don't care?"
A smirk tugged at her lips. "Maybe a little of both."
There it was. That defiance I'd come to expect from her. Even now, bound and at my mercy, she couldn't help but push back. I traced my thumb along her jaw. "You're only making it worse for yourself."
"Promises, promises." She lifted her chin, meeting my gaze with a fierce challenge burning in those golden eyes. "Besides, it was worth it. You should have seen yourface when I—"
I captured her mouth in a bruising kiss, swallowing whatever bratty comment she'd been about to make. When I pulled back, she was breathless but still smiling.
"You think this is funny?"
"A little." She bit her lip, trying and failing to look innocent. "What are you going to do about it, my lord?"
The mockery in her tone when she said my title sent heat straight to my cock. She knew exactly what she was doing. Knew exactly how to get under my skin.
Two could play at that game.
I reached up and untied her wrists, bringing her arms down slowly. She flexed her fingers, relief crossing her features. Before she could get comfortable, I flipped her onto her stomach.
"Hands behind your back."
"Why?"
I landed a sharp smack on her ass. She yelped, more from surprise than pain. "Because I told you to."
"That's not a very good reason." She moved her hands behind her back anyway, wrists crossed.
I bound them again with the silk, tighter this time. "Is that better?"
"Not really."
Another smack, harder this time. "Keep talking and see what happens."
"What, you'll spank me?" She turned her head to look at me over her shoulder, eyes sparkling with mischief. "Oh no, how terrible."
This woman was going to be the death of me.
I grabbed a pillow and shoved it under her hips, lifting her ass higher into the air. Then I delivered three sharp strikes in quick succession, hard enough to make her gasp.
"Still think it's funny?"
"Yes." But her voice had gone breathless.
I ran my hand over the reddened skin, feeling the heat radiating from it. "You're dripping, little dove. Your body tells a different story than that smart mouth of yours."
"So what? Maybe I like being difficult."
"I know you do." I slid two fingers inside her without warning, making her cry out. "That's why this is going to be so much fun."
I pumped my fingers in and out, setting a brutal pace. Her hips bucked against the pillow, seeking more friction, but I held her down with my other hand pressed firmly against her lower back.
"Here's how this is going to work," I told her, my voice dark. "I'm going to fuck you until you forget every bratty word you've ever said to me. Until the only thing that smart mouth can do is beg."
