Page 163 of Wild Mustang Security Firm

“Don’t,” she whispered.

He smiled. “Don’t what, sweetheart? Spank you some more? Kiss you? Carry you back to that bed, strip you naked, andtake care of your rampant need to be fucked into oblivion and obedience?”

“Just don’t,” she said, trying to back away. “Please.”

How the hell did he know she desperately wanted him to do just that… fuck her into oblivion?

As expected, Noah drew her forward, so she was flush against him. He wasn’t exaggerating. His engorged cock pressing against his fly told her that he was feeling the effect of his having spanked her as well.

He captured her head in his hand with his thumb on one cheek, and the rest of his fingers splayed out over the other side of her face, spanning the area from her jaw down her neck. Holding her in place, he lowered his mouth to hers and took possession. It took every bit of strength and willpower not to surrender to him. The kiss, neither tentative nor brutal, was subtle and sensual, speaking to her of his own need and strength. To try to break the reverie, she did the only thing she could think to do—she sank her teeth into his lower lip as she stomped on his instep.

Zara would have expected him to react violently, either crushing her body to his and punishing her mouth with his, demanding she yield or inflicting further pain on her bruised backside. He did neither. He chuckled as he brought his hand up to force her jaws apart to make her relinquish her hold.

“Naughty girl. Next time you bite me as anything less than a passionate response, I’ll bite you back, and,” he said, bringing his hand up to cup her breast and rub his thumb across her beaded nipple, “I’ll bite something a lot more tender than your lip.” Noah reached down, slipped his hand down the inside of her sweats, patting her backside, grinning when she winced.

“You be a good girl and stay here while I cover the bike back up.”

Zara watched, anchored to the spot where he’d kissed her. She couldn’t seem to make her body move away from him. He ran his hand across the seat of the motorcycle.

“I may never look at this thing again without picturing you lying across it as I spanked you. Your ass felt good under my hand,” he said silkily. “My guess is it will feel even better when there isn’t a pair of sweatpants covering it up… better still when I have hold of it with you on your back, fucking you silly.” He turned back to her and smiled.

“You swine,” she hissed, bring her hand back to slap the arrogant smile off his face.

He caught her hand before it could connect and brought it up to his lips, kissing her fingertips sensuously. Tucking her hand into the crook of his arm and holding it in place, he started toward the cottage, intending to draw her along. At least, thought Zara, her feet still offered token resistance as they remained seemingly rooted to the spot where she was standing.

At her reluctance, he turned back, shook his head, and in one easy maneuver, bent and hoisted her over his shoulder, swatting her bottom and eliciting a yelp.

“You’d best start learning to obey me, Zara. The next time I have to spank you, it won’t be over sweatpants with you pinned over some object. I’ll put you face down over my knee and spank you until you can’t sit or fuck comfortably for a couple of days. You understand me?” he asked, delivering another blow.

How dare he just assume he was going to spank her again, much less have sex with her? And why in God’s name did that idea make every sexual synapse in her body go off like the fireworks at New Year’s? She couldn’t possibly be attracted to a man like Taylor… could she? Certainly, her body had responded to him in a way it never had before. Even Damian had failed to elicit that level of response.

When she said nothing, he struck her again.

“When I ask you a question, Zara, you answer me. Am I making myself clear?”

Zara bit her lip. She’d be damned if she was going to give in. Twice more, his hand connected with her already painful ass.

“Do I need to sit down on that bale of hay and give you a proper, full-on punishment spanking? You looking to compare notes with Finn? I guarantee you, Croft has taken her to task, and she’ll be thinking twice about disobeying him in the future. If I don’t get an answer from you right now, that next spanking will be right here, right now in this barn. Is that what you want?” He punctuated every word of his last question with a harsh swat.

“All right,” she cried. “I understand. But you’d better understand I mean to take your behavior up with your employer.”

Noah surprised her by laughing. “You do that, sweetheart. Can I be there when you do? Trust me, Ethan McDaniel is well aware of how to deal with a headstrong hellion when she won’t behave. I’m not sure you’re going to find a sympathetic audience there, but you go right ahead.”

Still chuckling and refusing to put her down, Noah walked to the cottage, Zara kicking and squirming the whole way. He closed both the front door and the window in the bedroom before returning to the sitting room and dumping her unceremoniously on the sofa.

“Ouch,” she cried. “That hurts, you… you brute.”

He leaned down and kissed her hard, invading her mouth with his tongue, laying claim to it as surely as he had her backside when he’d spanked her. He refused to let up, kissing her until she went soft and yielded to him.

“Good. Now, you sit here and think about why you got spanked and why you don’t want to provoke me into giving you another spanking. I promise the next one will be a lot more painful, and I doubt I’ll forego the pleasure of resolving thingsbetween us afterwards.” He went into the kitchen and began to put together lunch.

Zara was torn between bursting into tears and throwing herself in his arms and kissing him with wild abandon. She couldn’t understand why she did neither; she just sat there doing nothing.

Noah watched her surreptitiously. He had no doubt her backside was on fire. He wanted… no, scratch that, he needed her to learn to do what he told her—without question or hesitation. Their lives could depend on it. He had no doubt her ass wasn’t the only thing he’d set on fire. He inhaled deeply. God, she smelled sweet and ripe for the taking, aroused as he was. It had taken a sheer act of will on his part not to lay her back in that bed and follow her down. Her response to the spanking and their first kiss left no doubt in his mind, Zara was in need of being tamed by the right man. He had to hide a smile. He decided that man was him.

He returned to the couch with two plates heaped with fish, fresh sautéed vegetables, and quinoa, offering her one. When she didn’t readily take it, he set it on the coffee table and sat next to her. She tried to scooch away from him.

“No. You get your ass back over here and eat your lunch. You can tell Mac I spanked you if you want, but you are not going to tell him I didn’t feed you properly.”

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