Page 6 of The Way You Hurt Me

I’m not the guy people give gum to. I hadn’t even had gum for a dozen years. But I took it for what it was.

I’m good at reading people. She was a smart kid. Everyone had been smothering her, trying their best to hide the extent of what was going on, but she understood something bad had happened to her sister, and realized that I helped. She didn’t have anything to her name, but she wanted to show some gratitude. So, gum. That, I really got.

But fast forward two years and that brat is honest to god, seriously fuckingkissing me.

I react on instinct, taking a fistful of her hair and tearing her off me. I don’t even think. Pinning her to the closest wall, face down, is automatic.

Fuck. She’s a cub. “Almost seventeen” sounds exactly like sixteen. What I would have done next with anyone else is out of the question. At least, most of it.

She took that kiss from me without earning it, without asking for it, and without fucking deserving it. She needs a lesson, and I’m about to give it to her.

I’ll look back on this moment and likely wish I’d handled it very differently in the future, no doubt, but there’s no thought, no rational to my reaction.

I take the hand around my sleeve and lock it behind her back. As she winces, I twist it further. Her upper body lowers itself to the marble breakfast table to escape the hold.

The kid’s wearing light, cheap PJ shorts; her ass is half hanging out of them in this position. I refrain from lowering the fabric before I bring my palm up and spank the pale cheeks.Hard.

“Ah!” she yelps.

I spank her again.

“What—” she starts to say, but I’m done listening.

“I warned you,” I grit between my teeth. “I fucking warned you, you spoiled brat. Now, count.”

“C-count?” she echoes, voice breaking as she twists her upper body to look back at me.

There are unshed tears in those big blue eyes.

Tough shit, petal.

“You’re going to get the spanking you fucking deserve,” I explain, reminding myself she’s completely new to any of this.“And you will count how out how many I give you. We’re at two.”

Something tells me I need to be myself now. I need her to see who I am, what I am, so she never, ever has the audacity to do that to me again.I’m not out of control; my actions are completely deliberate.

“T—three?”

I’m not gentle on the fourth, or the next. Even in the dim lighting, I can see her pale skin turn red under my hand. It’s going to bruise. She’s going to feel this, feel me, all day as she sits at her sister’s wedding.

My free hand falls on her ass in swift, harsh, punishing slaps, as I grip her flaming, messy, bird’s nest of a mane.

The brat has the nerve to gasp in surprise.

“That’s six. You’re getting ten, fornot fucking listening to me.I warned you. Find. A.Boy.”

I punctuate the last word with a resounding swat on her butt cheek, through her thin clothing. I try not to notice it’s firm.

The brat wriggles her ass, pushing it up as she huffs a moan.

If she was anyone else, I’d rub my hands all over it, but she’s mini-Morgan. I only just came in her sister’s ass. Not to mention, and at the risk of repeating myself, she’sfucking sixteen.

In half of the world, I could legally bend her over and shove my cock right inside her. No one would blink. It would be legal in France, the UK, most of Australia, and Canada, to name a few.

I don’t know the age of consent in Hawaii. It’s not the kind of thing I’ve ever had to check. Even if it were her age, that doesn’t change anything. I’mnotfucking a sixteen-year-old, however willing. I’m just not. She’s under Cam’s protection, and I like her sister. I won’t breach their trust by taking what she’s so brazenly offering.

Instead, I administer the last harsh, unyielding slaps she damn well deserves, ignoring her fucking moans as best I can, and I let her go, wrenching my gaze away from the livid pale skin.

She’s not the only one breathing hard when I’m done. I step back and flex my fingers, struggling. In this situation, I’d usually rub the girl’s ass now, before drawing her a bath, then massage her sore skin.

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