Page 45 of Royal Flush

I was certain my eyes popped out of my head. “Five hundred thousand?”

“As you said, all for a good cause. Now, what am I going to do with you?”

“Walk away. Go back to your rich and famous life.”

Even the way he continued to take deep breaths was sexy. Damn. Damn. Damn. I’d found it next to impossible not to think about him several times a day. And at night? Whew. I’d gone through two batteries on my vibrator. Not good.

“Yes, I could do that, but you and I have a strong connection. Plus,” he added, his voice deepening as he brushed his knuckles across my right cheek, “I feel obligated to try and push you back onto the right path. You know exactly what I’m talking about. Right versus wrong.”

“Are you kidding me?”

“I never joke about liars, thieves, traitors, or misbehaving women.”

The man was incredibly arrogant in his attitude, as if he was my master. “You’re out of your mind.”

“Much worse things have been said about me.” When he gripped the same side of my face, using his thumb to tilt my head, I couldn’t seem to find the energy or the fury to push him aside.

Maybe because his aftershave was completely intoxicating. When he lowered his head until our lips were barely touching, I found myself reaching out, my fingers clinging to his shirt. God, how I hated the way my body responded to him.

But as I’d experienced before, his kiss was dynamic and mesmerizing, the passion he exuded amazing. I could easily fall into doing nothing else for a full hour. As he swept his tongue inside, there was no hurry, no need to be rough. He was simply tasting me as if for the first time. Our tongues intertwined, dancing together as if doing so under the moonlight. He tasted as incredible as his delicious scent, the combination of a rich liquor and peppermint enticing all my senses.

I could tell I was arching my back, leaning into him.

Yielding to him.

Even the slight growl he issued heightened my desire. My eyes were closed, my heart racing. This seemed so perfect.

But almost as soon as the intimate moment started, it ended, and as if I was putty in his hands, he spun me around to face the mirror, yanking my dress over my hips as if the man owned me. I should be completely mortified that my mostly naked butt was on display, the crimson G-string exposing far too much of my personal real estate. But he’d managed to catch me off guard, disarming me with the kiss.

Which allowed him to bring his hand down in rapid succession a half dozen times before I drifted out from the fog.

“What in the feck do you think you’re doing?” My accent was even thicker, which usually happened when I was furious.

“What does it look like, little koala? Handling a round of discipline. At some point you’re going to finally comprehend that criminal activities aren’t in your best interest.” He was smiling as he doled out another four or ten. I couldn’t keep track. All I knew was that every strike of his huge palm seemed more painful than before.

But my pulse was in overdrive, my body betraying me in that I couldn’t move a muscle.

To make things worse, I was wet and hot all over.

The thought of how embarrassed I’d be if the wife of a dignitary popped in was right there in my frontal lobe but that also added to the excitement of doing something terribly naughty. I could swear the man knew me far too well, reading my needs and desire like an open book.

Still, as the wretched spanking continued, I grew angrier and angrier until I finally came to my senses. “Get off me, you horrible man.” I wiggled and tried to kick him in the shins. Oh, that wasn’t my best move.

He simply pressed his other hand against the small of my back, easily keeping me in position, grinning as the round of discipline became more intense. The level of pain was shocking, so much so I was still in some crazy state of limbo. I wanted to hate him with every molecule but just studying his handsome reflection, the suave look about him in his expensive tuxedo was enough to keep me swooning.

I decided to endure the horrible act, determined somehow to get him back in the end. When he started to caress my aching skin, I hissed like a venomous snake. What did he do? He laughed in that sultry tone of his.

“Sugar, you can act like I’m your number one enemy all you want but you know you need this. Discipline is good for the soul.” His words were frank yet said with amusement underneath.

“You are the most infuriating man I’ve ever known. I truly hate you.”

He lifted his head, pushing the entire weight of his massive body against mine. As we peered into the mirror, our reflection highlighted a gorgeous couple. I was truly losing my mind. We weren’t anything but two people who got under each other’s skin.

“Good. Hate makes for the best lovers.”

I was stuck in some crazy kind of awe around the man, still finding it impossible to shove him away as I should. Meanwhile, he used his statement as a beginning to what would happen next.

He was certainly ambidextrous, still holding me down while easily undoing his belt and fly with one hand. Before I had time to object, not that my mind was seriously considering it, he yanked the tiny string aside with enough force, the damn thing ripped. My mouth dropped open and he grinned like a fool before driving the entire length of his cock deep into my electrified pussy.

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