Page 45 of Lord of Debauchery

However, I had to be careful in how I did that since Beckham would likely see through my façade. Shit. The older I became the more difficult it was to keep my foot out of my mouth. I enjoyed the fact I could speak my mind. I wasn’t certain how I was going to pull it off but I had to.

I returned to the window, leaning my head against it. I wasn’t entirely certain how long I’d been in the same position but as soon as I heard the lock being engaged again, I moved quickly to the unopened bottle of water. I sensed the person entering the room was the very one I’d become determined to hate.

Maybe I was wrong, but my instinct took over. No matter how electrifying Beckham was, how much our connection had continued to surprise me, what he’d done was unforgiveable.

When the door opened, I took a deep breath.

I waited, doing my best to remain patient. The man was taking far too long, as if he knew I was up to something. When he finally stepped in, I didn’t waste any time tossing the full bottle in his face, jerking him by his sleeve so he was pitched forward and lunging for the door.

Shit. Within seconds, I went down on my face, the man managing to grab me around the ankle. I kicked out, hissing and grunting like some animal, kicking him several times with my other foot.

“Get off me!” As if he was going to listen to me under any circumstances. I rolled and pitched but somehow, the man managed to drag me into the room and completely under the massive weight of his body.

“I suggest you calm down.”

“I suggest you fuck off.” I continued struggling even though a little bird inside my head told me it was useless. “And what makes you think I deserve this kind of treatment?”

He chuckled and pulled back enough to be able to turn me over, yanking one hand over my head then the other. It took him four tries to be able to snag both wrists with one hand, but when he finally did, I hissed again.

“You don’t like rules, do you, little miss sunshine?”

“Not your rules. They’re unfair and I didn’t agree to them.”

“That no long matters,” he growled as he dared grind his hips back and forth. Oh, my God, the man was hard as a rock. I wanted to be disgusted but my body wouldn’t allow it.

“Why not?”

“Because you’re in my house, so that means you’ll follow my rules. And you will follow them, or not only will you be punished on a regular basis but you’ll also be kept inside this room. I doubt you want that.”

“I’ll find a way out.”

“Good luck.”

Oh, he was having so much fun goading me. The jerk.

I stopped fighting, hoping he’d let me up. Being crushed under him wasn’t in my best interest. Mainly because he had a way of making me hot and bothered. This was too close.

He stared down into my eyes, his own twinkling. “You’re one bad girl and I can tell you’ve yet to learn your lesson.”

“Yeah, well, my mama used to call me a hardhead for a reason.”

His chuckle also sent a wash of hot air dancing across my face. “I’m going to make this very easy on you. You’ve earned yourself punishment. In addition, I’m going to remove other privileges.”

“Such as what, being allowed to use the bathroom?” Now that I’d caught a second wind, I started fighting him all over again, almost able to push him completely off.

“I might be many things, my little fighter, many attributes you’ve already learned, but I’m not into that level of sadism. Other things, hell yes. Now, let’s get you up off the hard, cold floor.”

He wasn’t wasting any additional time on me, backing off while keeping one hand wrapped around one of my wrists, yanking me not only to my feet, but off them. The fact that he was showing off just how strong he was truly pissed me off, but it was also something else I found attractive about him.

Without hesitation, he dumped me onto the bed and the springs creaked. He pointed a finger at me as if daring me to try anything else. “Get undressed completely. Lie over one of the pillows and wait for my return. And don’t fight me on this, Kenya, because you really won’t like me very much.” He stormed toward the door, and I could hear him cursing under his breath.

“Where the hell are you going?”

He stopped long enough to turn his head, the grin sliding across his face more evil than before. “This spanking calls for a different implement altogether. Maybe when your bottom is hot, covered in red stripes, you’ll remember not to push my buttons any longer.”

He stormed out, closing and locking the door behind him.

“Asshole!”

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