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“Fine, so you didn’t insult the cat, but you insulted me.”

He stares at me, his eyes coals of fury. “What do you mean?”

“You don’t want me.”

“I don’t want you? Every fucking day, I have to stop myself from grabbing you and fucking you.” He runs his hands through his hair, staring up at the ceiling. “God. You are infuriating right now.”

Gosh, he’s even hotter when he’s mad. And he’s been wanting me? Every day? The thought makes me melt. Everywhere. Tess said we should be having sex. And she’s never been wrong. Yet. You know what? If he wants me that much—

“If you want it so effing bad,” I say, “take it.”

I can’t believe those words just came out of my mouth. What is he going to say? I try to look controlled, though I feel anything but. My knees go to jelly as he moves toward me.

“Alright, girl.” His eyes drop, locking on mine. The look he gives me sends hot and cold chills through my body. He looks like he’s going to tear me to pieces. “But we’re gonna do things my way.”

What have I just done?

ChapterThirteen

Ashely

Misssssstake.

He’s gunning for me, fire in his eyes. I turn to run, squealing as I try to escape the library. I don’t stand a chance; strong hands wrap around my waist before I even make it to the door.

He grabs me, carrying me over to the gray chair where he’d just been reading. The soft, padded back of the chair presses into my lower stomach as he bends my upper body over it after setting me on my feet. My hands fly out, pressing into the velvety cushion of the seat.

I cry out, “What are you doing?”

But I already know. He’s going to spank me. And I have a feeling it’s going to hurt. He’s angry and he wants to punish me. After what I said to him, I know he’s going to enjoy every minute.

Still, it’s hard to stomach the idea of letting him do this to me. I could leave. Tell him no. But something in me keeps me clinging to this chair. The power he has over me…its all-encompassing.

His hand grabs the elastic waist of my PJ pants. He’s going to tug them down. Butterflies whisper in my belly as I remember I didn’t put on panties after my shower, wanting to be extra comfy. No bra, either.

He tugs my pajama pants down. The room is a bit on the cool side, and as the air chills my bare skin, I give a little shiver and clench my ass. Waiting for the first spank to land is nerve-racking.

A moan escapes him; he’s paused to admire me. “Such a gorgeous ass. It’s going to be even prettier when it’s all red from your spanking.”

Ahh…red?

I’ve made him so mad. My belly flips with nerves. How hard is he going to spank me?

I manage to squeak out, “Is this going to hurt?”

“Hell, yes, it is.” He drags his hand over my vulnerable ass. “And after your spanking?”

My breath sucks in. “What?”

“I’m going to take my belt to this perfect ass.”

“Oh, gosh.” I can’t imagine him spanking me, then whipping me with his belt. I’ve never, ever been spanked before. The spanking he gave me in that room at his mother’s house was the first time anyone spanked me. That night, it was just a tease of what’s to come tonight. I think of how my body responded to him. My pussy getting wet, my core throbbing as his hands touched my ass.

Now, just hearing his threats, arousal pools. With no panties to dampen, the slickness creeps toward my thighs. He hasn’t even spanked me yet.

But it’s coming. I know it is. I’m equal parts turned on and terrified. He pushes my shirt further up my back. I sense his hand pulling away from me. I wait, my eyes squeezing shut tight. When his hand comes down, the pain is shocking. The spank explodes like fireworks across my ass.

“Yeowch!” I shift my weight to my other foot. “Oh my gosh.”

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