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“Don’t be a fool, Kenya, and don’t try to play me off as one. Yes, I came here and retaliated, opening fire on the men I believed were responsible and perhaps they were, but they hadn’t issued the orders. Someone far more dangerous did. We were lured into coming here, likely to do nothing more than enjoy antagonizing us. Seeing what we were made of. In turn, the fuckers died by my hands.” I was even wondering if the bartender had something to do with the lure.

She finally stiffened as if something I finally said was hitting home. About damn time. In addition to all her skilled traits, she was without a doubt the most hardheaded woman of all time.

“Good girl. Maybe now you’re getting a partial picture. They were suicide assassins, something new and different in the dangerous world I live in. Do you know what that means?” I nuzzled closer into her neck. While my hold wasn’t tight, she certainly acted as if it was.

“Like suicide bombers, ready to die for their cause.”

“Yes, indeed. I assure you that isn’t normal by anyone’s standards. Another group followed us, destroying our vehicle. If I hadn’t put a bullet in their brains, they would have followed us directly here. That being said, I am fairly certain there’s another group or more of these fuckers just waiting to strike. Do I believe they know where we are? Not yet, but I assure you given this town of yours isn’t very large, they could discover our location by morning. I don’t think you want to be a part of that shit. Now, do you?” And I didn’t want her to be either.

“No. I’m sorry.”

“I’m sure you are and I appreciate your verve, your lust for life, and all the other things I should be saying right now but I’m tired. I’d aching all over. My head is killing me and I know you at least well enough to realize you’ll use my exhausted state against me. Again. So, I’m going to add a little incentive to continuing to be a good girl.”

“That’s gibberish,” Kenya huffed. “What are you trying to say?”

“You prefer blunt directness. I can truly appreciate and respect that so even after you disrespected me, I’ll grant you this one wish. I’m going to provide you with one punishment I consider to be the best reminder not to disobey there is.”

“What’s that?”

“I’m going to spank you.”

CHAPTER 7

Kenya

I wasn’t used to stuttering under the worst of circumstances, but he’d managed to shock the hell out of me more than once that evening. “Wha… What?” He tightened his hold around my throat to the point I was forced to stretch my neck. I couldn’t believe I’d run from him, as if I could have gotten away.

It was in my nature, something forced onto me at an early age. My father and brother had insisted I knew what it felt like to be abducted and what to do if I managed to escape. I’d laughed at them then but now, I felt almost grateful, even though my skills were way too rusty.

Why hadn’t I checked the bathroom before leaving? I would have known he’d been playing me instead of finding myself crushed against a pile of natural debris, his massive body covering every inch of mine.

And I’d been forced to feel his thick, throbbing cock again.

Shit. There went my mouth watering all on its own from the lurid thoughts rushing through my sinful mind. I doubted it was any worse than what I’d sensed he’d been thinking about doing.

I was trembling, still excited and full of adrenaline, but what he’d just said had shifted a real wave of fear into me.

“You’re going to learn, baby girl, that some men will follow true leaders blindly, dying for the cause if asked. They don’t need to be convinced or plied with money. They are simply indoctrinated into the family unit. Everyone wants to feel special. That’s what your brother and I provide for dozens of other people. A home.”

I’d been as repulsed by my father’s words spewed in anger then as I was now hearing Beckham on the other side of the blasphemous situation. Or so he wanted me to believe. Yet I had to ask myself whether I could believe anything coming from the sensual man’s mouth. He was a conniving pig after all.

In a sexy, masculine body.

God. What was wrong with my brain?

“Yep. Today and your behavior remind me why my parents believed in corporal punishment.” Beckham laughed, which was thankfully another reminder he was a dangerous man intent on destroying a part of my life. I didn’t care if that was only a single night. It would be enough.

But for what I wasn’t certain.

I remained so flabbergasted that when he nipped my earlobe, another series of tingles skittered all the way down to both big toes. However, he’d performed the sensual deed for a sole purpose. Keeping me off guard so he could easily toss me over the edge of the kitchen table.

“What are you doing?” I finally found my stronger voice, fighting even harder than before to push up from the table.

“You know exactly what I’m doing unless you’d prefer that I toss you across my lap, which would be far more intimate. And perhaps be a more humiliating end to your senseless fight.”

Humiliating? The man wanted to humiliate me. Well, fuck him. Not really. Okay, maybe the filthy act had entered my mind but that wasn’t going to happen. “Hell, no.”

“Then be polite and take your medicine like a good girl.”

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