Page 35 of Spider Demon's Kiss

What? Was he the crazy one? I had spent all day on my face. I was deciding what I would use to hurt him with when he repeated it.

“I said, go to the bathroom and wash your face,” this time saying it with an emphasis on every word.

“No,” I replied unsure what either of us would do next.

Dante tilted his head surprised. He was clearly a man who was used to getting what he wanted. But he was going to have learn that I wasn’t one of his yes men. More than that, he was ruining our moment.

Ignoring all of that, he slowly paced in front of me, his eyes never leaving me. If I didn’t know better, I would think he was deciding whether or not to shift and eat me.

“I have let you get away with some crazy shit since you’ve been here…”

“You have let me…?”

“I am speaking!” he demanded.

I paused, having been spoken to like this before but in an entirely different context.When it was clear that I wouldn’t interrupt him again, he continued.

“I have let you get away with some crazy shit since you’ve been here, but no more. From now on, you will do what I tell you to do, and nothing more. Do you understand me?”

I was… confused. Listening to him speak, a wave of heat washed through me. It was a rush.

“And, if I don’t?” I challenged.

He stared at me unflinchingly.

“Then you will be punished.”

My breath hitched. My heart raced.

“I would like to see you try.”

Dante stepped back caging his rage. Fear and arousal battled within me. Stiffening his spine, he stepped inches in front of me and the spaghetti bowl. I could feel his heat. I could practically smell his wolf. It was intoxicating.

“Kuroi,” he began in a low rumbling voice, “go to the bathroom and wash your face.”

I trembled barely able to contain myself. I had to open my mouth to breath. Gripping the bowl preparing to defend myself, I drew air into my lungs and whispered, “No.”

He didn’t respond but anger pulsed off of him. When he moved, I realized that I hadn’t prepared for his blow. Flinching for the impact, it never came. Instead, he headed to the kitchen turning his back on me.

Watching him, he retrieved a wooden spoon from the utensils draw and turned out the chair at the head of the dining room table. Sitting, he looked at me. I swear I could see his wolf staring at me through his eyes.

“Come here.”

I opened my mouth to protest. He cut me off.

“Now!”

What could I do? I heard him. I was to come to him. So, placing the bowl on the counter, I went to him. Standing at his feet, I trembled like a schoolboy.

“Kneel. Across my knee.”

Oh my god. My heart thumped. My head spun. I fought to resist but couldn’t. Lowering to my knees, I bent over with my stomach on his legs.

When the first strike hit, my skin was electric. My body tingled. After the wave of shock had barreled through me, a sting spread across my ass that took my breath away.

The second was more intense. The third made me moan.

“Ahh,” I groaned knowing he hadn’t held back. His power had made me weak in the knees. So when he next told me to get up, I wasn’t sure I could.

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