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“Two.”

He hits me again, and my hips jerk forward, making my arms stretch above my head, and I bury my face into my upper arm. Tears slowly run down my face at the pain, and I sniff.

“Three,” I mumble into my arm.

“I can’t hear you!” he growls.

“Three!” I repeat, pulling my head out of my arm, trying to suck in a breath.

My head falls back, and I look at my hands hanging from their cuffs above me, and he hits me again.

“Four,” I say through watery eyes as wetness runs down my inner thigh.

I’m not sure what he wanted to accomplish by spanking me, but I did, in fact, learn a lesson. I like to be whipped. By him. And the shame accompanying that thought has the tears falling faster.

CHAPTER NINETEEN

AVERY

I WHIP HER OVER AND OVER. Her ass and upper thighs are red. Her head sags forward, and her hair has fallen out of its bun. Long dark curls cascade down her exposed back.

I tighten my hand on the belt and hit her one last time. The sound bouncing off the dark walls.

“Ten,” she cries out roughly. Her shoulders shake while she sobs.

I drop the belt, and it hits the floor with a thud. Then I yank her dress down to cover up her exposed, reddened flesh. I pull my cell out of my pocket and send a quick text to Darrell, telling him to get his ass ready and be waiting on us.

I walk around to the front of her and reach up, loosening the chain and her body falls into mine. I catch her and slide my free hand behind her knees. She whimpers when I pick her up off her feet. I then proceed to carry her out of the room, and I don’t stop until I’m walking out the front door and into the cool night. Darrell opens the back door for me, and I crawl in with her in my arms.

He gets behind the steering wheel and pulls us out onto the road. “You did well, Bunny,” I say, running my hand through her hair while she quietly sobs against my chest. And for the first time since she entered my life again, I hate that I hurt her.

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I carry her in my arms, entering the bedroom back at my house still in Rio. I lay her sleeping form on my bed, and I go to the bathroom, throwing some cold water on my face.

My phone rings in the pocket of my slacks, and I pull it out to see it’s my brother. “Hello?” I answer roughly.

“You did it, man,” Tristan says with too much excitement in his voice.

“Yeah?”

“Oh, yeah,” he assures me. “He did exactly what we wanted him to do. As soon as you left, he had me watch the tape. It doesn’t matter what Preston tells anyone. That tape proved she didn’t mean anything to you.”

I run a hand through my hair. “Good.”

He sighs heavily, picking up on my mood. “It had to be done, man. If you took her there and just showed her off, it would have been suspicious. They think you love Presleigh and that will put her in much more danger than you whipping her.”

“I know.” The men who are after her know who I am but not Tristan, so we set him up with a fake name. They never suspected him because he stays behind the scenes.

“How is she?”

I walk to the bathroom door and look at her sleeping on her side. “She cried herself to sleep on the way back to my place.”

“She’ll only hate you for a little while.”

“She already hates me.” Now for more than one reason. “But I knew what was going to happen before we went there. I knew it would only end one way.”

We say our goodbyes, and I remove my shirt followed by my slacks. We set her up. My brother knew exactly what to say to tick her off, knowing damn well she wouldn’t be able to keep her mouth shut, and that I would have to punish her.

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