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I could already picture her cheeks flushed with anger, her voice shaking as she tried to act defiant. The way she’d stammer when I dragged her over my lap and bared that tight little bubble butt.

She’d fight me, of course. I was looking forward to that, actually. Immensely.

The thought alone made my chest tighten, my grip on the wheel flexing.

I pulled up outside her building, the tires crunching softly against the curb. I could see the faint silhouette of her pacing back and forth visible through the curtains of her bedroom.

She was nervous.

Good.

She should be.

I let the engine idle as I leaned back in the seat, tapping my fingers against the gearshift. I’d give her a minute. Let her sit with that nervous energy, let her think about what was coming. It was better that way.

Kiera thought she could handle me. She always had. But by the time this night was over, she’d know better.

With a faint smirk, I killed the engine, slid my coat off the passenger seat, and stepped out of the car.

It was time to teach Kiera Delaney a lesson she wouldn’t soon forget.

CHAPTER 7

Kiera

I could see him through the curtain, leaning casually against his car like he had all the time in the world. Even from here, he radiated that same maddening calm, that air of unshakable control that made my stomach twist into knots.

His presence made it impossible to look away. My chest tightened, my heart stumbling over itself as his dark eyes locked onto mine. There was something in his gaze—something sharp and possessive—that made my skin flush and my knees weak. I hated how much it affected me, how muchheaffected me.

I should have stayed upstairs. Locked the door. Pretended I’d lost my phone. But instead, I grabbed my coat, shoved my phone into my pocket, and headed downstairs, each step heavier than the last.

The cold night air hit me as I pushed open the door, making me pull my coat tighter around myself. Ronan’s dark eyes flicked up from his phone as I stepped outside, and just like that, the world seemed to shrink.

His gaze locked on me, smooth and assessing. He didn’t move as I approached, didn’t say a word, but his presence filled the empty street all the same.

“Ronan,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady as I stopped a few feet away.

He tucked his phone into his pocket and straightened, his broad shoulders cutting an imposing figure under the streetlamp.

“Kiera,” he said smoothly. “Get in the car.”

It wasn’t a request.

I folded my arms over my chest, lifting my chin. “You could’ve come upstairs, you know.”

He cocked an eyebrow, his expression unimpressed. “I could have. But I didn’t. Get in the car.”

I didn’t move. “What if I don’t want to?”

He took a step closer, his boots crunching softly against the pavement. “Then I’ll drag you into the car myself.”

I snorted, rolling my eyes even though my heart was pounding. “Big talk, Ronan. You can’t just?—”

Before I could finish, his hand shot out, gripping my upper arm—not hard, but firmly enough to stop me in my tracks. My breath hitched as he leaned down slightly, his voice dropping to a dangerous murmur.

“I’ve had a long night, Kiera,” he said, his tone calm, but edged with warning. “And I’m not in the mood for your little games. Now, you can get in the car like a good girl, or your punishment is going to be much,muchworse than it’s going to be already.”

Before I could even think to pull away, his free hand came down on my backside.

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