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Grabbing her by the arm, I lightly press my thumb over the bandage on it, and she hisses out in pain. “They are fine. Cian is listening out for them, and your ass is mine.”
I lead her down the hall to the main bedroom, where Ronan put all her shit, wanting her to be comfortable. This place has like six bedrooms and is the largest penthouse in the city. Harper doesn’t argue, walking straight into the room, and I kick the door closed, letting her arm go to lock the door behind us.
“Strip, then I want you over my lap.”
Harper doesn’t flinch. She pulls her hoodie over her head and drops it to the floor, watching as I remove my belt and take a seat in the chair in the corner of the room.
Harper strips down and walks seductively toward me, a sway in her hips. I pat my lap and she kneels beside me, leaning her body over my legs.
“Before we start, know I owe you my life, no matter what I say aloud.”
Harper nods. “Do I need a safe word or something?”
I chuckle. “Stop works for me.”
Sure, I might be an asshole, but taking a girl against her will is not my idea of a good time. Though I fucking hope she consents because her ass staring me in the face is making my goddamned mouth water. I will go easy on her tonight, but I think my little whore needs to give up her power to me just a bit.
He smooths his hand over the curve of my ass. “Fuck, I want this ass burning red.”
“Yes please,” I whimper—the anticipation is killing me.
He brings his hand down, and the sting is instant. Part of his hand hits the back of my pussy, and she comes to life, the greedy bitch pooling with wetness.
“Tell me why I’m spanking you.”
“Because I was a bad girl,” I say, and he hums in agreement, bringing his hand down again. My slick cunt sucks in air and that will be fun later.
“Anything else?” he asks.
“I didn’t run to the safe room?” It’s a question because I know I did what I needed to do. I would have died in the house if it meant the girls were safe.
Whack, whack.
Each strike is harder, and my ass burns, but I welcome the pain.
“I scared you,” I say, taking a stab in the dark that he wants me to keep going.
“You did.”
Whack.
He stands after the last hit, and I tumble to the floor. “Should filthy little sluts make me worry about them?”
I shake my head as he reaches down. He tangles his hand in my short hair, though it is nowhere near as rough as the day he dragged me back to the house after I tried to run.
“What was that? I can’t hear you, and the only time I shouldn’t be able to hear you is when you have my cock rammed down your throat.”
“No, you shouldn’t have to worry about me.”
He releases my hair. “Take off my jeans and beg me to put my cock in your mouth.”
Reaching up, I find his button is already undone, so I pull the zipper down and slide his jeans and boxers down his legs until he is able to step out of them.
“I want you in my mouth so badly,” I purr, and he laughs softly, wrapping his hand around the base of his cock.
“You want this?” he asks, rubbing the tip and his precum across my lips.
“I want it so bad. Please fuck my mouth so hard I can’t breathe.”
