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Smacking his hand away is the only way to stop this before it gets out of control again.

“Rue.” He snatches my wrist and stares at me.

“I’m fine.” I wiggle my fingers. “You're cutting off the circulation.”

“Liar.” I am, but he releases me. “Food. You need to eat.”

“Food. You need to eat,” I parrot but in an annoying voice. If I’m going to be annoyed, then I’m going to annoy him back. Too bad he only smirks. I kick my foot out to nail him in the chin, but he catches it. “How do you move so fast?”

“Like this?” He flips me over onto my stomach and then his hand pushes down on my back. He’s holding me in place while he lifts my skirt, and before I can react, his palm smacks down on my bare ass.

I go completely still. Did he really spank me? His next smack lands on the other cheek, the sharp sting jolting me back to reality.

“What are you doing, you crazy kidnapper!”

“You behave like a brat and I’ll treat you like one.” His hand comes down on my ass again.

The sting of the slap shoots through me and goes straight to my clit. I press my thighs together, not wanting to believe it. I can’t be turned on by this.

“Keep those thighs spread, firecracker,” Maxim says and lands another smack. He gives the back of one of my thighs a small pop, and I spread them instantly. “That’s a good girl.” His hand caresses my ass. “But I think you still need a few more.”

“Yes,” I moan, and I’m shameless now as my thighs spread wider.

“Now you’re being a very good girl,” he says before he gives me a few more swats. I whimper when his hand rubs my ass and his strokes get lower each time. His fingers dip between my legs, and I lift my ass off the bed. “You need something, little firecracker?”

His tone isn’t smug, and when I peek over my shoulder, his expression is one of lust-filled hunger.

“Please.” I lick my suddenly dry lips. “Daddy.”

Maxim sucks in a deep breath, and his nostrils flare. “There you go toying with me again.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Liar.” He lifts his hand, smacking my ass again.

“Yes!” I moan as I lift my ass higher. I can’t help myself.

Maxim mutters a curse right before his thick fingers part my wet folds. Once again, he turns my world upside down with pleasure unlike any I’ve ever known.

This is the first time I’ve actually enjoyed being bad without an ounce of guilt.

I could learn to love this.

Chapter Eight

MAXIM

She talks when she gets nervous, but it’s more like rambling. The real talking comes when she’s on my lap and relaxed after an orgasm.

Rue has finished off two plates of food and is poking at her third slice of cake. The hotel sent up a small wedding cake as a surprise, and I can’t say I hate it. The way her eyes lit up when I uncovered the dish makes me want to have wedding cake every day.

While we ate, she told me more about where she grew up and didn’t stiffen at my questions about her past. I want to know everything there is to know about my firecracker, but I like when she gives it up freely. Okay, so maybe I had to coax her a little, but the more she cums, the more pliant she is. She seems eager to answer me when I slide my hand between her silky thighs and pet her clit.

Fuck, I’ve never been so hard or greedy in my entire life. How have we gone from zero to one hundred so suddenly? It doesn’t matter how we got here; all that matters is that it keeps going.

My phone buzzes in my pocket, and I curse under my breath.

“Who keeps calling you?” She must feel the vibration under her ass, but I see the way she narrows her eyes on me. “Girlfriend?”

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