Page 122 of Reclaiming Adelaide

He glanced down at my parted lips and smiled. “I think you’d want that, sweets. You want me to spank you until your creamy ass is red?”

I clenched my thighs tight at the thought of it.

“Spankings are for children.”

Jake pressed his thumb into the side of my neck as he reached down with his other and pulled me against him, his fingers gripping the thickness of my ass cheek. “Then stop acting like one.”

I shouldn’t egg him on, but I couldn’t help imagining the pleasure I’d gain from it.

He dropped his lips to mine and kissed me like his life depended on it. As quick as he took my lips, he pulled away, leaving me breathless. “Get something on under that shirt, or I’ll fuck you so hard I’ll have to stab him in the ears just for hearing your cries.”

Fucking hell.

Heat crawled up my neck and cheeks as I drew my lip into my mouth and sucked. I darted around him and to the closet before he said another word. Finding my shelf, I slipped on a pair of shorts and lifted the shirt as I walked out to show him.

“Better?”

“For who?”

“Poor Max, who doesn’t deserve your cruelty?”

“Anyone who looks at you without my permission deserves everything I give them.”

My heart leaped into my throat, and I swallowed to keep it down. “How is someone supposed to function when you talk like that?”

“With caution.”

Duly noted.

I smirked. “Well, now that I’ve done what you wanted, can I get to work?”

My shorts dug into my bloated belly, making me wish I could sit in my underwear.

“I don’t know why you’re so possessive about looking. Anyone can look. You can’t go around killing everyone that sees me,” I said as he ushered me out of the bedroom.

The two men in the parking lot faded into my mind as I thought about his excessively violent threats. His ability to manhandle two men with ease by himself was a situation that never crossed my mind in the thick of it all. What training did one have to have to take on two killers and come out on top?

“I’ve given in to the fact that someone had you before me. I won’t allow anyone to touch you again.”

“Are you jealous of Beckham?”

“Don’t say his name.”

“Beckham… Beckham… Beck—ahhh.“ Jake grabbed me around the waist and threw me over his shoulder.

Without missing a step, he typed in his code and marched into the computer room. He slammed the door behind us, and before he took a seat in his chair, he grabbed my thighs and pulled me off his shoulder and onto his lap, with my ass high in the air.

“What the hell?”

A sharpthwackberated my ears, followed by sharp stinging ants crawling across my right ass cheek. “Ahh. Fuck.”

Another hit my left, then another on the right, until I was certain the feelings I thought I’d have about such an act were no longer thoughts but warming prickles of pain that spread from one side of my ass to the other.

I squeezed my thighs together and moaned.

“Are you ready to listen?”

“Depends,” I said breathlessly and grabbed hold of his ankle. “Are you going to do that again?”

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