Page 49 of Untamed

Her chin in the air, she holds my gaze. “I do not.”

I step closer, towering over her, my voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. “Liar.”

Her breath hitches. I love to see the fight in her, the war between fear and something else—something she doesn’t want to admit. I trace a finger down the side of her face. “Are you really telling me you don’t like it?” I shake my head. “I’ve watched your videos, little queen. I know for a fact you fangirl hard over praise kink.” I lift my mask for a moment, lean in, and kiss her cheek. “You’re doing so well, baby. I’m so proud of you.” I nibble her ear and span my hands over her hips. “You’re learning so quickly.”

“Ugh,” she says in a heated whisper. “Mayyyybe…”

I stand up. “Mhm.” I give her ass a sharp slap. “Back to business.”

An hour later, we’re both exhausted, and Ember has shown that she’s a very good student. I feel a little better about the entire situation.

“You hungry?” I ask her, sitting gingerly on the edge of her couch so that I don’t break the damn thing. I’m really not madefor an apartment like this. I feel as if I’m walking in a fucking dollhouse. I can barely get through the doorways.

“I don’t usually eat breakfast,” she says, nodding toward her coffee cup. “Coffee is enough.”

“Don’t eat breakfast? Jesus. You have to eat breakfast.”

“But what if I don’t want to?” she snaps, crossing her arms.

“Cut it out, little brat. What if I tell you to?”

“Don’t remember telling you that was your call?”

I roll my eyes. “Keep it up. You’re giving me a good reason to tease our online followers.”

Ember shakes her head. “No way. I think we need to keep up the façade. Keep them guessing. I think we’re both in danger if we start hinting that we’re actually in a relationship with each other because obviously—” She holds up a finger. “We’re still not. Right? Do you get that?”

Oh, I got that. I also saw the way her cheeks flushed when she backtracked, making damn sure I know we’re not a thing.

Ha.

“Whatever.”

We sit back on her couch. More accurately,shesits on her couch, and I teeter on the edge, trying not to break it. I feel like a dad at a parent-teacher conference trying to squeeze his legs under an elementary school desk. It’s ridiculous.

Ember leans back on the couch. “Do you cook,Bratva boy?”

I narrow my eyes at her. “Call meBratva boyone more time and see where that lands you.”

The way her eyes light up and her cheeks flush—my dick is totally in favor of this next move.

“I just asked a simple question,” she says in a low, seductive voice. “Bratva boy.”

I grab her wrists easily with my left hand, engulfing them, and bend her over my lap with no effort. She squeals, but I’m here for it, and she’s so easy to overpower. I grab my phone with no problem whatsoever, flip the video camera on, hit record, and prop it up on one of her little bookshelves. I’m careful to make sure you can’t tell we’re in her place.

“Oh my god!” she says, trying to squirm out of my grip. “Are you recording? What the hell?”

She protests right before I crack my palm across her ass. My palm covers her entire ass. It’s satisfying as fuck.

When she squirms and scissors her legs, my dick approves.

“This is what happens to bad girls who don’t do what they’re told,” I whisper before I lift my palm and crack it across her ass again. “You say you want to be overpowered, and then at the first opportunity, you talk back to me. This is where it’s going to get you. But I think you knew that.”

I spank her again and again until the wriggling slows and her breathing grows heavy. She’s draped over my knee, utterly pliant.

“Didn’t you, little queen?”

“Didn’t I—didn’t I what?” she says in a breathy whisper.

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