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Gotcha, Ice Queen.
A short climb up a trellis and across a crumbling stone balcony and I was easing in through her window. It was open a foot, despite the cool night air, and old, without the kind of safeguards that would keep someone like me out.
I lowered myself into her room. The smell of her perfume hit me immediately. Amber and night jasmine. This girl even smelled expensive. The room was massive, and a four-poster bed sat in the middle, gauzy white curtains pulled haphazardly shut around it.
I approached, my boots muffled by the thick carpet.
Her hair was spread like a satin sheet across her pillow. It shone in the darkness. She slept on her back, her arms thrown carelessly above her head. Sleeping like a baby, without a care in the world.
I straddled her at the same moment my hand clamped over her mouth, sealing in her scream.
Her body came alive suddenly, her hands smacking at me and her hips bucking against mine, trying to throw me off. Instead of hurting, the frantic smack of her belly against the underside of my balls sent blood rushing to my cock. I gathered her hands and held them over her head, pinning them to the pillow with one hand, keeping the other over her mouth to stop her from calling out. Her eyes shone in the darkness, and her hot breath puffed on my palm in frantic pants. She was scared. Good.
“We need to talk,” I growled at her.
At the sound of my voice, some of the fight ebbed from her muscles. She was relieved it was me. Just me. She had no idea no one hated her more right now.
“I got fired tonight, thanks to you. You want to fuck with my life? What makes you think you have the right?” I asked her, leaning down and getting in her face.
Her eyes were huge, her gaze jumping around my features, and she blinked those fanlike eyelashes hard.
She mumbled something under my hand, and I slid my palm lower and gripped her jaw instead, allowing her to speak, but not scream.
“It’s a job at the country club…it’s hardly life or death. Don’t you have a full scholarship?”
What the fuck? Is this girl fearless or just dumb?
I stared at her for a long, hard moment, trying to figure her out. She was impossible to predict. Good. It was better that way. I didn’t have to worry about her sobbing and pleading when I punished her for being such a brat.
“Some of us have more important things to pay for than makeup and blowouts. I guess that doesn’t matter to someone like you, does it?”
She let out a long breath. “I’m — I didn’t know you’d get fired,” she finally said.
“That’s a fucking shitty apology. Tell the truth — you didn’t care. That’s fine, I don’t give a fuck what happens to you, either, Your Majesty, but you will pay for what you cost me.”
She was wriggling against me, moving her hips and trying to dislodge me. The only effect it was having was making me harder, my cock deciding that now would be a great time to fuck the brat out of Winter.
“I told you to stop being such a fucking bitch around me, Winter, but you’ve clearly decided not to listen. Move again, and I’ll turn you over and spank you so hard you won’t sit for a week. That’s what happens to brats.” My warning was a growl.
Her eyes flared as her lips pursed, her chin still captive in my hand. “You wouldn’t dare,” she bit out.
I chuckled. “That’s the second time you’ve said that to me tonight, and it’s the second time you’re wrong. You don’t fucking know me, Winter. Turn over now, or I’ll double what’s coming to you.” My command was absolute.
She swallowed hard, her slender throat bobbing against my grip. I wondered how it would feel to tighten my hand and make her claw against my wrist for air. Just the thought was a fucking turn-on.
She shook her head. “No.”
“No?” I toyed with her throat, tightening and loosening my grip. Her eyes stayed glued to mine. She wasn’t nearly scared enough.
“You have to make me,” she whispered.
Fuck. The thought nearly sent my cock busting out of my damn jeans. It was the hottest moment of my goddamn life, and it was with her, the woman I couldn’t stand.
“As you wish, Your Majesty.” With that, I yanked her up. She fought against my grip as I sat and leaned against her headboard, then pulled her across my knee, face down. A leg over her shins locked her in place. She landed across my lap and raised her head to scream at me, just as my hand landed hard on her ass. She stilled, shocked out of words. When she collected herself, I struck the other side, and she jerked.
“This is exactly what bratty daddies’ princesses should get when they fuck someone over.”
I rained down two spanks in quick succession, and she arched her back and gasped. Her weight was lying on my cock, and it was painfully good. Her ass was magnificent under my hand, round and plump.
