Page 13 of Three Billionaire Bodyguards and a Sneaky Mafia Princess

Orchid

She was too young to die and too old to be spanked. Okay, but she had a plan. It was going to work.

The tugging sensation deep in the pit of her lower stomach flared as Brent picked her up and carried her over to the bench, placing her on her hands and knees. Her nerves combusted at the sight of the leather restraints, meant to keep her in place.

She glanced nervously at the Bratva man and his entourage, seated around the glass box.

Oh crap.

“Okay, look,” she whispered, trying to hide her panic while also sounding self-assured, as Brent, River, and Cash strapped her in. Her legs were spread wide, her ankles cuffed to the bench, and now they were busy with her wrists.

“You don’t actually have to spank me. You can just tap me on my butt, and I’ll pretend it really hurt and start screaming, okay, and then we can go home and forget this happened. Okay?” she asked, desperate to know they understood what she was saying.

“Good idea,” Brent said as River and Cash nodded. Oh, thank goodness. She couldn’t stop the quiver from racing down her spine as they flipped her already short skirt up and laid it on the small of her back.

Her senses went into an overdrive frenzy as the cool air around her whispered against her bare ass cheeks. She wished she had worn her tried-and-tested white granny panties. But no, she went for a lacy red G-string that was all strips and strings.

Don’t think about it that way. Don’t think about it that way. Don’t think about it that way.

She scrunched her eyes shut so hard she was giving herself a headache. It was showtime. She swallowed again to get her throat wet. She planned to scream her heart out so the Russian mafia boss wouldn’t suspect that they weren’t actually spanking her.

Orchid licked her lips, preparing to give her lungs a proper airing.

The touch of Brent’s hand on her naked flesh tilted her right off her axis. She opened her mouth to pretend to scream. A small, hoarse, confused, desperate, and incoherent sound fell from between her lips instead, as her body froze up with stark shock.

And then everything happened at once. Under duress, in mass hysteria, her nerves sent frantic messages to the brain to feel pain. Blinding, blisteringly hot pain that now spread to every part of her from one single shot.

Brent hadn’t pretended to spank her. He had actually, really, truly spanked her.

The absolutely deceitful rogue had spanked her.

For real.

On her butt with his hand. And it burned so thunderously vehemently she forgot to breathe.

She jerked at the restraints on her wrists, to no avail. She tried to twist her whole body around so she could face the demon billionaires head-on and give them a piece of her mind.

They’d made a deal—

Her thoughts went poof, her brain melted, and her skin sizzled anew as River delivered a swat to her bottom.

Holy fucking cow. The resounding sting his palm left behind penetrated her skin and crawled to every part of her body, covering her in a thick, steamy, hot flush.

“What—”

But then it was Cash’s turn. They didn’t even give her a second to articulate one single thought. Automatically, she braced herself, clenching her entire being so tightly that she started to see stars. But she did nothing to deflect the pain. Cash’s warm, hard, calloused hand spanked her right into next Tuesday.

She couldn’t…

Her already tightly beaded nipples screamed to be touched. A flood of fresh wetness pooled between her folds and drenched the strip of her panties. A new kind of panic gripped her that she would start leaking her juices from the fabric of her panties onto the leather of the bench beneath her. She could smell herself, a mixture of her perfumed body lotion and her arousal.

If she could smell herself, they could too…

Her effort to bring her knees together, to contain whatever the hell was happening between her thighs, proved futile. No matter how hard she jerked at the restraints at her ankles, she was powerless to set herself free. But then she froze. Her movements, her clenching, seemed to nudge against her clit, and now she was a ball of nerves so sensitized she unlocked a new horrific worry. What if she orgasmed? In front of them.

Wait. That should be the least of her problems. What she should be focusing on, was thewhyof it all. Why in god’s name was she wet and aroused in the first place?

Dear god, her night was not supposed to turn out like this.

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