Page 42 of The Duke and the Wrong Bride

He stood over her again, body still shaking. “Are you going to do as I say?”

She smirked and licked her lips. “Only if you make me.”

Despite the rage that was flooding him, Henry couldn’t help but smirk to himself. She could see the excitement in him. She could see the arousal. And oh, how she returned it.

“Turn around,” he growled at her.

She half moved but didn’t understand. “W-what do you?—”

“I said turn around.”

He stepped toward her, grabbed her by the hips, and flipped her onto her front. Then, he lifted her so that she was on her knees, bent over on the bed, facing away from him, unable to see what he was doing. Only able to feel it.

“What are you?—”

He reached around and undid her trousers, yanking them back and then down her thighs, exposing her buttocks to him completely. “Showing you what happens when you disobey me.”

Her body shook with anticipation. Her heart beat so fast that it hurt. And her legs shook, good bumps erupting across them, knees trembling as he slowly traced his hand over her bare bottom…

A sharp pain erupted across the right cheek suddenly. She yelped, and he spanked her again, harder. And again!

“Are you sorry?” He put a foot up on the bed, leaning over her, taking a handful of her hair and yanking her head back. “Tell me you are,” he growled in her ear.

“No,” she said with defiance, which earned her another spank.

“You enjoy testing me, don’t you?”

“I did what I had to do.” Another hard spank for that, and she moaned. “And I’d do it again.” Another one.

“What am I going to do with you…”

He stroked where he had struck her. It was loving and gentle, and for a moment she worried he was going to stop. But then she felt a pinch, and she gasped when she realized he had bitten her!

“What am I going to do…” He groaned as he bit her soft flesh again.

“Whatever you think you must… otherwise there is no telling what I will do next.”

She heard him groan. Not in anger, however. Certainly not that. Charlotte stared dead ahead, her pulse racing and her excitement rising as she next heard him shuffle behind her, the sound of him undressing.

“What are you?—”

“Don’t speak,” he commanded.

She held her tongue, catching her breath as he climbed over her, and then biting her lip and gasping as he wrapped his shirt over her eyes like a blindfold, tightening it roughly so that she couldn’t see a thing. The sound of his movements and the beating of her heart was all she had now.

“Are you going to disobey me again?” he asked her from behind.

“Maybe…” He spanked her hard, and she yelped.

“Are you going to disobey me again?” he growled, his fingers now gently stroking the inside of her thigh. She began to shake as she felt wetness pool between her legs.

“I don’t… I’m sorry…” she purred.

“I don’t believe you.”

“I wouldn’t lie.”

His finger gently stroked her folds, feeling how wet she was. “That’s all you’ve done.”

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