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“I’m very serious. When anyone breaks the rules, they deserve punishment. I know you’d prefer to be a good girl. Wouldn’t you, my little fawn?”
I was torn by the longing to tell him what I thought of his suggestion and wanting nothing more than to hear his words of praise again.
My entire body was mush but he easily guided me to my feet, his eyes now hooded as he allowed his heated gaze to fall once again. Only this time, I could sense what he had on his mind.
Fucking me.
My stomach twisted, the knots forming threatening to turn the butterflies into full blown nausea. His actions became slightly rougher as he rubbed his thumb back and forth across my lips, the flicker in his eyes full of fire. When he pushed my lower lip down, slipping his thumb inside, I immediately flicked my tongue back and forth across the rough pad. The taste was tangy, as if he’d just indulged in a glass of whiskey and a smoky cigar.
I was on my feet, swaying slightly from his ability to control me with such ease. “Yes, sir, but I don’t think you understand.”
“Oh, I do,” he said, the slight shake of his head causing something to erupt deep in my core. “You prefer being a bad girl. I assure you that I’m the kind of man you will surrender to. You’re undisciplined and in need of significant training, but I do enjoy a challenge.”
What? What?
“I’m sorry. There’s been some huge mistake.”
“You replied to the ad?”
“Yes,” I insisted, “but isn’t anything like what I’d expected.”
He lowered his head, taking the kind of deep breath that indicated he was enamored with my choice of perfumes. Maybe it was too much, enticing some beast deep within.
“It never is, little one.” With that, he captured my mouth.
I’d been kissed before, starting when I was sixteen years old, Jason Woodbridge, the captain of the varsity team dragging me behind the bleachers, but this… this was a roar of passion that could only be described as sinful and filthy, leaving no doubt as to what else the man had planned for me.
While my initial response was what I would have expected, trying my best to shove him away, it was the inner whisper of my hungry psyche that troubled me.
My knees were knocking, my pussy throbbing.
And at this point both breasts were aching, longing to be plucked and sucked. Maybe I’d had one too many fantasies about the reclusive man for my own good.
As he swept his tongue inside, bypassing my halfhearted attempts at thwarting his advances, I was surprised my legs hadn’t given out. I was lost in the moment as he crushed me against his heated body, the way his light beard scraped against my chin and jaw provocative. The man oozed sex appeal, so much so I was fearful I’d never be able to think straight again.
Everything about the man consumed me, pushing limits I didn’t even know I had. Still, a tiny rational part of my mind, what little was left, screamed nothing good could come of this.
But he was having it no other way, drinking from my mouth as only a predator would do. Now I was clenching my fingers around his soft shirt, jutting my hips forward until his groin was pressed against mine. Dear God, the man was hard as a rock. I sensed he was used to taking what he wanted, although I’d never seen that part of him before.
Maybe all the delicious and very dark thoughts about him were true.
He wasn’t just dangerous. He was the epitome of a true savage. I wasn’t used to feeling such intense sensations, electricity scouring through me like rocket fuel. I even purred into the kiss, the mottled moan one he captured with ease.
As he raked his hand over my shoulder, crawling his fingers down my back, I continued to fight the urgency to run while attempting to breathe. For all the wicked fantasies I’d had about the man, nothing had prepared me for his level of domination.
He fisted my hair, tugging back my head at an awkward angle almost as soon as he broke the kiss, alternating between growling like some wild animal and his scattered human breaths. I closed my eyes, fighting my unseemly urges almost to no avail. Just the way he bit down on my chin before dragging his tongue across the seam of my mouth nearly set my entire world on fire.
“Such an innocent little creature,” he breathed, and I couldn’t fight my way out of the fog.
Everything about this was wrong but I couldn’t seem to pull away from him, although I was unsure given his strength I could even if I found the courage.
He dragged his tongue down the side of my neck before breathing in my ear. “Now, be a good girl and remove your skirt for me.”
“Wha… What?”
“I only spank naughty women on their bared bottoms. That enhances the element of pain.”
I wasn’t even certain I was breathing normally, let along comprehending what he was directing me to do. When he let me go, it took about five full seconds before I realized I was in some kind of crazy trouble that I’d likely never get myself out of unless I stopped this madness right here and right now.
