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I was stunned by the heightened pain, the shock keeping me mute but my eyes filled with tears instantly. When I finally said a single word in a tiny voice, he had the nerve to chuckle all over again. “Ouch.”

“Spankings are meant to hurt or they wouldn’t do any good. And… The effects of water exacerbates a spanking by about five fold.”

“You bastard. You set me up with the shower.”

“Guilty as charged. Now, be a good little girl and accept your harsh punishment.”

It wasn’t a choice, the man bringing the brush down several times in rapid succession. He was having a damn good time making me feel like a disobedient child, continually swirling the implement of doom before starting another volley all over again.

I was forced to plant my hands on the granite wall to keep myself from sliding down to the shower basin. Plus, the force he used was driving me forward.

The agony continued, the crazy ragged sound of my breathing just about the only sound I could make. He was elongating the event, ensuring I would have a difficult time sitting for God knew how long. But even as tears slipped from my lashes, the crazy woman inside of me watching as they slipped into the drain, the deep throbbing in my pussy continued.

Lordy. Lordy. The steam was sweltering but it was the spanking that was pushing me over the edge. I had no idea how long the harsh round of punishment lasted but my bottom was as overheated as my libido.

He finished the painful round with four brutal strikes that had me clawing the tiles. I pressed my face against the cool surface material, doing my best to regroup and catch my breath. I knew he had yet to satisfy his needs. That was proven when he drove his cock deep into my pussy.

As much as I adored the feel of his cock, the way my body responded when he held me, this time his whispered words meant more than any of it.

“You’re not going anywhere, little koala. I meant what I said. You now belong to me.”

CHAPTER 27

Braxton

It was early on the West Coast, which meant if I was a decent brother, I’d wait to call either Valerio or Gage. Not that I’d call myself decent in any regard, especially today since I’d remained awake half the night trying to find answers as to what was going on in DC.

Even the couple of buddies I had working in the justice system had been tight lipped. That meant I should consider it an issue, whatever it was. Since when had anyone in Washington, DC been tight lipped about anything?

After the few sleepless hours, I was standing on the deck furthest away from the bedroom we now shared, doing everything I could to protect her from whatever this was. I’d searched the internet endlessly, but even several hours later, obtaining anything worthwhile seemed hopeless.

The moment my phone rang, I answered without bothering to look at the screen. “Yes? I mean Braxton Royal.”

“Either you’re up early or you didn’t get any sleep.” Jack’s voice sounded as exhausted as I felt.

“Both. You found something.”

He sighed and instantly, the hair stood up on the back of my neck.

“What, Jack? I know there’s something going on.”

“Yeah, there is. A goddamn coup.”

“I don’t understand.”

“I don’t know what you expected to find or who you needed to destroy but there’s no need to bother any longer.”

Swallowing, my gut told me a tragedy had occurred, not that I’d label the man’s death that at this point. “He’s dead.”

“Not just him. He and his buddies, including a judge, were killed last night. Taken out in their own homes.”

I took a deep breath, rubbing my eyes. “Shit.”

“One of the other victims is none other than Secretary Bishop.”

“What in the fuck is going on?”

Jack snorted. “I don’t know, buddy, but the conspiracy theories are already going nuts. Before you ask, no criminal element had claimed responsibility and from what one of my friends told me, there’s no evidence whatsoever at this point. Of course, forensics is still keeping a tight lip, but I got this from the horse’s mouth.”

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