Page 107 of Ruthless King


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That hadn’t belonged to a former boyfriend.

Yeah. He was behaving like a possessive bastard.

But he couldn’t stop.

“I need to talk to Jose,” she said.

What? Why would she need to speak to Jose? She shouldn’t ever need to speak to anyone else but him.

Wow. Yeah. His possessiveness was growing.

“No, you don’t. Whatever you want, you can tell me. After you get out of those pajamas.”

“What’s wrong with these pajamas?” she asked, glancing down at them.

Besides the fact that they were obviously men’s pajamas? That they’d likely belonged to a man who’d had his hands all over her . . . when she belonged to him?

Nothing. Nothing at all.

“You’re getting them all wet,” he managed to say after several moments. “You’ll get ill.”

“I’m already ill.” She coughed, sounding far too chesty for his liking.

“You’ll catch pneumonia. Here, I’ll find you some other ones. Do you have something to dry your hair?”

As soon as he moved away from the door, she darted toward it. But he was too quick for her. He grabbed her, pulling her up into his arms.

“Let me go!”

“No. Now stop misbehaving and do as you’re told.” He placed her on the bed and put a finger in her face. “Move, and there will be consequences.”

“What sort?”

“When you’re feeling better, I’ll put you over my knee and spank your ass.”

Her mouth opened and closed. But she stayed where he’d put her as he grabbed some new pajamas. These were silky white with colorful butterflies on them.

“Pretty sure you’re supposed to take a girl out for dinner first. Maybe kiss her. Then talk about things like limits and safewords.”

“Not a Dom, baby. Not like what you’re talking about anyway.” Although he was interested in how much she knew of Dominants and what sort of experience she had. “I’m just a man who is always in charge. And who dishes out consequences for disobedience.”

“So you spank everyone who disobeys you?” she asked incredulously.

“Nope. Just you.”

God, she looked so cute when she was in shock. Her mouth opened and closed . . . like a goldfish. He knew better than to tell her that, though.

“Just me?”

“Yes. Although no one else disobeys me.”

A huff of exasperation left her. Grabbing up her pajamas, she headed into the bathroom.

“Put a towel around your shoulders and bring back your hairdryer,” he ordered.

When he heard the hairdryer start up, he moved to the bathroom door.

This girl.

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