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“I don’t think so. You’ll have to catch me first.” She tossed her hair then managed to sprint off the couch, racing around me before I could catch her. But the feisty woman should have already learned she wasn’t going to get far from me.

I snagged her wrist, jerking her around and she tried to slap me for fun. I cocked my head, snapping her hand together with mine, even curling our fingers together. “Not so fast, naughty girl.”

In a surprising maneuver, she dragged her tongue across her bottom lip and used her other hand, smashing it against my chest and managing to shove me away. In truth, I allowed the connection to be broken, eager to see what she was going to do.

The game of cat and mouse as she ran through the house, the big, bad wolf chasing her, intrigued Max. He watched but didn’t growl, simply keeping a watchful eye. The few moments as I chased her through the house felt oddly natural. I’d never done anything like this and I doubted she had either, at least for a long time. It felt damn good to be free from prying eyes and poking guns.

Being with her was nothing short of electrifying.

She shifted back and forth behind the couch, giving me a daring look. Her laughter continued to bubble to the surface, her eyes twinkling in the firelight. I could do this all damn night long and would had my cock not continued to ache.

So I decided to end it and teach her a rather painful lesson. I lunged toward her, catching her around the waist and lifting her into the air where I held her aloft as I crawled onto the couch.

“You should know better than to tease a hungry man.” As I tossed her over the back, spreading her knees apart, she threw me a funny little look over her shoulder.

And when she spoke, her voice was slightly haughty, adding to the sweet tension of the moment. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“Spanking you for trying to get away from me. What else?” Hell, I couldn’t remember the last time I’d spanked a woman. Sure, I’d always been the dominating kind of man, more so after altering my personality, entering the dark side. By then, I’d hated the world, a sadistic asshole using women only when my body required some release.

This was… just different. I couldn’t put it into words other than it felt right. It pried apart the darkness, allowing the sweetness of her light inside. While the feeling would be short lived, I didn’t care. This was something special that would live in my memory for the rest of my life.

I didn’t waste any time, bringing my hand down from one side of her bottom to the other.

She wiggled and moaned, but it certainly didn’t seem like the pain was unbearable. I cracked my hand down a few more times, shocked how labored my breathing had become. The dazzling sensations were more from excitement than anything else. Or maybe my libido kicking into overdrive.

“Ouch. That just… Ouch!” She tried to find Max, even reaching out for him. “This bad man is spanking me, buddy. Come save me.”

Amused, I studied the pup and he glanced at me, returning his heated gaze to his new master, his tail thumping. He simply lowered his head after that, satisfied everything was as it should be.

“He’s not going to save you. He knows you deserve this.”

“I most certainly do not.” She bucked hard, undulating her hips back and forth in a blatant invitation.

Jesus Christ, my balls would soon be blue if I didn’t get some relief. But the feel of her heated skin on the rough pads of my fingers was far too delicious. I continued the spanking, adding just enough to make her bottom match the shade of her full lips.

“There’s more where these came from if you’re not a good girl.” I couldn’t help myself, caressing her skin, running two fingers up and down her spine, longing to spend hours just touching her. Exploring every inch of her body.

If only things could be different.

If only I was a different man.

If only…

I brought my hand down twice more for good measure and couldn’t take it any longer, positioning myself behind her. The only prelude she received was the fact I rubbed the tip of my cock up and down her slickened folds before returning my shaft to the warmth of her tight channel.

Fucking God, she felt like sin and shame rolled into one, but I really was a bad dude. I felt zero remorse for stealing a moment of her innocence. As if you could call her body or her actions innocent in any way.

She was a little temptress, batting her long eyelashes and plying me with delicious food and drink. Fuck. I could do this more often.

I gripped her hips, panting a few times before pulling out, driving into her again.

The woman met every brutal thrust as I picked up a rhythm, keeping her head slightly turned toward me. Her grip on the back of the couch was as firm as mine was on her hips. Together we rocked the room and the moment. She was so wet, so fucking hot I was certain I’d have blisters on my shaft. But it would be well worth the pleasure she’d offered me. I did what I could to keep control, pushing this to last as long as possible.

But I had to admit that filling her with my seed would be amazing. The incredible moment continued as I plunged my cock deep inside like the savage I was. Every muscle in my body was already tense but I ignored the sensations, refusing to succumb to my needs so soon.

The dark side of me returned almost as if by instinct and I wrapped my hand around her throat.

She trembled in my hold, fighting me initially. Her whimpers tore at my heart, the agony in them a reminder that she’d been through something horrific. “Relax, little girl. I promise that I will never hurt you.”

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