Page 23 of Possessing Paisley

“I don’t have any cookies.” His voice is dripping with amusement. Asshole.

He reaches above my head, grabs the package I was trying to get, and shows it to me. Crackers.

“Ugh. What the fuck? Why don’t you have any chocolate or cookies?”

Kieran’s eyes flash. “What did Daddy say about having a filthy mouth?”

My pussy clenches, and I try to ignore it. Him calling himself Daddy shouldn’t affect me like this. I shouldn’t like it.

“You’re not my Daddy, so I can have a filthy mouth if I want to.”

Slowly, like an animal on the prowl, he takes a step closer and puts his hands on either side of me. I’m trapped between him and the counter. The warmth of his chest presses against mine. I hope he can’t feel my nipples against his skin.

“Do you know what happens to naughty Little girls who say bad words?” His voice is low and silky, dripping with sexual tension. Have we always had this electricity between us?

“I’m not naughty.”

Awesome. Great argument.

“You just love to fight with me, don’t you, Paisley? No matter what I say, you love to argue. Fucking brat. I should spank your ass for all the times you’ve been a mouthy little thing, but you wouldn’t sit for a week if I did that.”

My panties are soaked, and I swear I can smell my own arousal. I shuffle my legs together, squeezing my thighs as tightly as I can, hoping it will cover my scent.

“You talk a big game,” I say breathily. “But you sure don’t act on any of it.”

What am I doing? I’m poking the bear. The big, bad, terrifying bear.

“Are you trying to goad Daddy into spanking your ass?”

“You’re not my Daddy.”

He studies me. We’re both breathing hard. “I might not be your Daddy, but I can guarantee you’ll be calling me Daddy and begging me to come by the end of the night.”

I lift my chin, glaring at him. “Doubtful.”

The air crackles. It’s hard to focus on anything other than the fact that I’ve never been more turned on in my life. I’m going to get my head checked tomorrow. But right now, I want this.

“Say no, and I’ll send your ass up to bed, Paisley. But if you say nothing, I’m going to put you over my knee, spank your ass, and then fuck you until you can’t walk tomorrow. You should definitely say no.”

The length of his cock presses against my belly. A tiny part of me is unsure if I’m making the right choice, but the bigger part of me wants this more than my next breath.

“Say no, Paisley,” he growls almost desperately.

I stare directly into his eyes and slowly shake my head. Apparently, I like poking the bear.

He lets several agonizing seconds pass before Kieran grabs me by the hips. Like I weigh absolutely nothing, he throws me over his shoulder. I squeal and squirm against him, more from the surprise of being tossed around like a rag doll.

He turns and stomps out of the kitchen with me dangling over his shoulder.

“Kieran!”

“Shut up, brat,” he says as he smacks my ass. “You challenged me, and now you get the consequences.”

I giggle and smack his back in return, then yelp when he spanks my other cheek.

“Ouch!”

“That was a tap. You’ll really be saying ouch soon.” He takes the stairs two at a time, jostling me around as he does.

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