Page 20 of Tormented By Regret

“Lee, let me go.” I whispered. I hated being touched yet he loved to manhandle me. By now I would have been screaming bloody murder, but I liked him nearby. The feeling took me by surprise.

“We're leaving. Now.”

“But I’m having fun,” I stated, setting down my glass as he dragged me out of the clubhouse and toward the back lot.

“Where are we going?” He tugged at my hand which was firmly locked in his.

“We’re going back to the room, we’re done here.”

“But I didn’t eat. And they invited us for dinner…”

I could sense he was angry, and for the remaining ten minutes I followed him quietly until we got to the stairwell of the motel.

“Can you please let me go,” I asked him nicely, but he only gripped me tighter.

“Lee, you're hurting me. Let me go,” I tried pulling my hand away, but he yanked at me harder.

“Lee!”

He opened the door and swung me inside. “What the hell is your problem!” I yelled, stumbling against the bed. I turned to him, feeling the anger rise in me.

“You! You’re my fucking problem!” He roared as he slammed the door shut.

I flinched as he stalked me across the room until I was trapped between the wall and his hard body. “All you have to do is let me go and I’ll be one less problem for you.”

I tried to brush past him, but he slammed his arms on either side of me, keeping me pinned to that corner of the room.

“Ever since we met you’ve made my life miserable.”

“And you haven’t?” I responded, my words defensive. “Remember, I didn’t ask for this.”

“You think your brother’s going to stop? I let you go and there will be another prospect or enforcer on your tail. Hell, Jameson will give out orders for this entire MC to keep a look out for a new bounty.”

I rolled my eyes, and he gripped my chin, forcing me to look at him. “And believe me, my pretty little lunatic, most of these members won’t be as tolerant as I’ve been with you.”

I swiped at his hand, feeling tired and defeated. “I’m not a child. I don’t need protection and I definitely don’t need you. Now get out of my way.”

He didn’t budge and I shoved at him. “I said get out of my way.”

“Not. Yet,” he stated as he gripped my hand and yanked me toward the bed. Sitting down he pulled at my arm, and I fell forward over his lap. He gripped my hair, tugging it back until his mouth was at my ear.

“You don't get to disrespect me and not pay the price, Princess.”

“You touch me, you die,” I uttered through gritted teeth.

He chuckled. “We'll just see about that.”

His hand came down on me in one hard, powerful hit. The blow took the air out of me as I rocked forward on his lap. His punishment was severe, and my thighs shook as he spanked at them. It didn’t help that the skirt I was wearing was too short for my own good, and the sting on my bare skin felt hot and soothing all at the same time.

“Don't you ever disrespect me like that again,” the next spanking came in three blows, all hard and rhythmic.

I gritted my teeth. “Didn't your brothers ever teach you that you don’t hit a woman!”

I yelped the last word as the palm of his hand came down on me. I whimpered and cursed at him, hating my reaction.

My head fell forward and suddenly his palm was on my thigh. It was hot, and his fingertips calloused. It felt good running along the soft flesh. I didn't move. I didn’t even breathe as he touched me. I could literally feel his eyes roaming over my body and the feeling made my core tighten. I was fucking lying over the lap of a Bastard, a man almost fifteen years my senior, and he was running his hands up my bare thighs. My skirt had ridden so far up my ass he was probably getting a full view at my cherry red panties.

I felt my body grow hot, and I felt that familiar shiver along my spine. That was the sign of the raven. It was ruffling, liking his touch. This was going to be bad.

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