Page 28 of Cherry Auction

He clicks his teeth at me like I’m a dog and points to the floor in front of him. “Sit.”

Outrage flares through my blood.

“Why won’t you justlisten?” I shout at him, arms out.

“I see that you aren’t ready after all. I’ll come back when you are.”

He starts to walk back towards the elevator.

“No! Wait!” I run around the bed and reach for the sleeve of his shirt.

He just turns back towards me, calm as ever, and raises one patient eyebrow. “Sit.”

Motherfucking son of a shitting-bitch twat-waffle?—

I keep my glare of fury pinned on him as I stomp my heel once, then flop to the floor dramatically.

I don’t miss the satisfied grin that ever so slightly quirks on the left side of his mouth.

“First, you will learn the correct position. On your knees, bottom on your heels, eyes to the floor. Position yourself unless you want me to put my hands on you to correct you.”

I grudgingly position myself as he’s said.

“Good girl.”

He pats my head, and I jerk away and glare up at him.

He points back to the floor. Huffing, I drop my head and look back at the floor.

“This is how you are to greet Sir when you hear the elevator ping. Now that you know my expectations, if you don’t obey, there will be consequences.”

I let out a frustrated noise and look up at him. “Fuck your expectations. What do I have to do to get you to answer my questions and then let me go? Is it because you paid for my virginity? Go for it. Fuck me.”

I’d decided during the days of spiraling—or fine, during the thirty-twohoursof spiraling—that I’d fuckhim. He can obviously turn me on. Maybe if he fucks me, he’ll be more pliable or even let me go. He paid for my virginity, right? Fine, take it. Maybe then we can have a normal human conversation.

He smiles down at me with those gorgeous cheekbones of his—a full on smile this time.

“Begging, so soon?”

I remember what he said the first day. That he’d have me begging before he was done with me. I purse my lips together, totally furious again.

Then I glare up at him. “Is that something we used to do? Fuck? Is that why you’re doing this? Because we were lovers and I spurned you?” His amused smile doesn’t move so I try to dig harder. “Did I cheat on you? Is that it and now you’re taking your revenge?”

Suddenly he drops down swiftly so that he’s in my face, his voice low and dangerous. “Oh love, I haven’t even started taking my revenge yet. When I do, I’ll make sure youfeeliteverywhere.” His voice all but caresses my skin on the last few words.

Then he pulls back, his calm and patient mask returned. It’s like I got a brief glimpse of the real, wildly passionate man Domhnall truly is before he quickly buttoned himself back up again.

I feel short of breath even at the peek, something inside me pulling towards him. The ghost. The memories. They’re there, just out of reach. So close. She’s so close. I’m so close.Domhnall is so close. God, I want to reach up and touch him.

“Consider this the foreplay to revenge. Now, up on the spanking bench.”

My jaw hits the floor. Did he just sayspankingbench?

He wants to spank me. My mind sort of blanks out for a second at that. It’s ridiculous. It’s degrading.

An image of him spanking me the first night right before he ate me out hits viscerally. Great. I can’t remember shit otherwise, butthismemory sure is showing up in frickin’ technicolor. It lights up every part of my body. Goddamn him for being so hot.

And… maybe it’s not such a bad thing. If I go along with what he says, he stays.

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