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This time, when my cock twitched to life, I didn’t try to talk myself out of my desire.

Because at that moment, I was sure nothing in the world would be as satisfying as taming this fucking brat.

To see her on her knees, head bowed.

To feel her bent over my legs, begging for more lashes. Because she knew she deserved them. Because she knew she had to learn to behave better.

To hear the way she whimpered and whined as pain and pleasure combined.

Eventually, she moved away from that guy.

And she didn’t entertain anyone else’s advances.

But it was too late.

The damage was done.

She was going to learn the consequences of her actions.

And I was going to enjoy the fuck out of every moment of it.

CHAPTER SIX

Scarlet

“Is it just me, or is there something even more intense about Mr. Bodyguard all of a sudden?” Di asked when we finally got Drea off that guy’s dick, and out of the club.

I mean, we weren’t judging.

Some part of me had even wondered if I was going to find someone who I clicked with, whose hands I wanted to feel slide over me, whose cock I wanted inside of me. Right there in the open for anyone to see.

The thing was, each time a guy got close to me, my gaze seemed to gravitate toward Julian.

At those moments, desire surged, but I had a sneaking suspicion it had nothing to do with the men who were near me, whispering about all the things they wanted to do to me, and everything to do with the man staring daggers at me from across the room.

I snuck glances his way constantly.

And his gaze never wavered from me.

Not even when a woman slammed another woman against the bar right at his side, and fingered her to what seemed like a screaming orgasm.

Not even as an entire damn orgy started in the middle of the room.

He was laser-focused on me.

Knowing that somehow made me both hot and uncharacteristically unsure of myself.

Probably because the man was a walking wet blanket. Going around silently judging everyone.

As for his attention making desire sizzle through my veins? Well, I was going to go ahead and just chalk that up to my addiction to attention. And, you know, the fact that I hadn’t been so close to a man I’d actually found attractive in a long time.

“I don’t know,” I answered Di. “I guess,” I said. “But he’s always intense,” I added, pulling Drea’s head onto my shoulder as she started to whine about how the man she’d fucked in the club didn’t want to exchange numbers.

“Maybe,” Di said. “It just seemed like he wanted to throttle you.”

“He’s probably worried my father is going to be pissed about this little outing,” I said.

“Isn’t he?”

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