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Exactly what I’d earned.

What I deserved…

His hand wrapped around mine, his grip tightening as he guided my fingers along his shaft. The friction sent a shiver racing down my spine, and I could feel the pressure building inside me, like a storm about to break.

“Tell me you’re sorry,” he demanded, his voice low and rough.

I gasped, my breath coming faster as he pumped his cock with my hand, his gaze never leaving mine.

“I’m sorry,” I breathed, the words slipping from my lips before I could stop them.

“Tell me you’ll be a good girl,” he growled, his hand moving faster, the slickness of his shaft dripping over our joined fingers.

“I’ll be a good girl,” I whimpered, heat blooming across my cheeks.

“Good,” he said, his grip tightening as he drove into my hand, his pace relentless. “Because that’s what makes me happy, love. Knowing that you’re mine. That you’ll do whatever I say. Obey whatever order I give. That you don’t get to tell me no.”

I went to pull my hand away, anger searing through me, but he didn’t let me.

“Now, we are going to go back to my estate where I’m going to finish what I started with my belt.”

He didn’t say another word. Just tucked his cocked away, opened the door, climbed out, and got into the driver’s seat.

Finally, he looked back at me in the rearview mirror.

“Put on your seatbelt.”

CHAPTER 9

Ronan

She was quiet now.

The sass, the fire, the stubborn refusal to back down—all of it was gone, replaced by a silence that felt heavier than anything she’d said earlier. She sat in the backseat, completely naked with her arms crossed over her chest, her face turned toward the window like she was trying to pretend I wasn’t there.

I couldn’t stop thinking about the way she’d looked over my knee—bare, vulnerable, with that same fire in her eyes even as her tears spilled over. She’d fought me at first, of course she had, but when it all came crashing down, when she’d finally broken, it had been… more than I could have ever imagined.

Her bright red ass quivering over my knee had been an absolute vision, one I would stroke my cock to for the rest of my days. I’d pinned her there easily. She’d fought me and it gave me a deep sense of satisfaction to overpower her, knowing that she was realizing just how deep she’d gone by calling me in the first place.

She’d kicked and I’d seen between those pretty thighs. She’d been soaking wet, and I couldn’t wait to explore more of that with her. Would she get as wet when I took my belt to her bare cheeks? Would she get even wetter?

I grinned as I thought about my palm striking her naked backside. My hand stung, but I didn’t regret a single second of it. She’d earned that punishment and then some. I could still see the defiance in her face when she’d dared to ask if I was serious, like I’d go easy on her just because she was my little sister’s best friend. As if her sassy mouth and wide eyes had any chance of softening me.

She didn’t know me. Not really.

But she would.

I let out a slow breath, my hands steady on the wheel as the quiet hum of the car filled the space between us.

Fixing this was going to be a monumental thorn in my side. Marco Benedetti wasn’t just another name on my list—he was dangerous, connected, and vindictive as hell. The kind of man who wouldn’t stop until he felt he’d restored his bruised ego.

But just maybe… it would be worth it.

I tightened my grip on the wheel, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of my mouth as I glanced back at her in the rearview mirror.

Maybe, in some small way, she belonged to me now.

The thought hit me harder than I expected, sending a flicker of something unfamiliar through my chest. Possessiveness wasn’t new to me—I’d felt it a thousand times before, over people, places, things I considered mine. But this was different.

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