Page 102 of The Enforcer

“Who acted like an impetuous child. Did you not?”

He was smirking again as if enjoying my discomfort. “I thought leaving was best for both of us.”

“Well, you thought wrong. Haven’t you figured out yet that no matter where you go, how far or how fast, I will find you? Get that through that beautiful head of yours.” He tugged the strap through the belt loops and I lowered my gaze every few seconds, my breath skipping.

I was excited.

The notion seemed ridiculous to me, but that’s exactly the way I felt.

Christos lifted a single eyebrow, momentarily stopping his actions. “Now, remove your jeans and thong and bend over the back of one of the chairs.” He even pointed to one of the three in the arrangement as if I had no clue what he was talking about.

I glanced in that direction, but didn’t move.

“Don’t test me, little angel, or I won’t go easy on you.”

“You’d go easy on me?”

“Unlikely. You placed yourself in danger and that’s unacceptable.”

I jumped when he ripped the rest of the belt from the loops. There was no anger within him and I had nothing to fear. Except losing all of me in the man. I sensed a change in how I felt about him. This wasn’t just about lust any longer, but something much stronger.

“I said I’m sorry.”

“Not good enough.” He gave me another stern look. “Go. Be a good girl.”

A good girl. He had no idea that I’d been a good girl all my life. Maybe that’s why I’d risked almost everything in my crazy decision to be with him.

His dangerous aura had both attracted and disturbed me. Now it was all about the strong feelings that refused to be ignored. I studied his face and the stern look he was giving me for a few seconds longer before heading toward one of the chairs. I was nervous, more so than with any other time we’d shared together. While it didn’t make any sense, nothing about this uncommon relationship did.

Were we actually in a relationship? I bit my lip as I unfastened my jeans, realizing my hands were shaking. Had I really been trying to escape? The question brought a smile to my face. Maybe I’d wanted to be caught. I was still quivering as I struggled with the tight denim pants, finally managing to yank them past my hips. When I stepped out of them, I heard his breathing change.

He could make me feel like the most gorgeous woman in the world just by the sounds he made. What other man had ever done that? Certainly not with me.

I hesitated briefly before jerking down my thong. Given Elias had walked in on us earlier, I glanced toward the door and Christos chuckled behind me.

“Relax, little angel. I made certain no one will pop in unannounced.”

“Elias has already seen me half naked.”

“And I assure you I’ll remind him of that for years to come. Get in position.”

I’ll be damned if he didn’t crack the belt on the floor, which of course made me jump. I swung my head over my shoulder. “Don’t do that.”

“What am I doing?” He had his brow furrowed as if he was innocent of every wrongdoing.

Not a chance.

Huffing, I leaned over the back of the chair, tall enough to place my hands on the seat. It was awkward, but that’s the way he wanted it. When he moved behind me, I tried to remind myself I could have gotten myself killed in my great escape attempt. It had been ridiculous to even try.

He pressed his hand on the small of my back, rubbing gently then running his fingers up and down my spine. The effect was as always, a light tremor skipping all the way to my toes.

“It pains me to find any need to discipline you,” he said.

“I call bullshit.”

His laugh was far too deep and husky, my pussy throbbing instantly. I closed my eyes, the anticipation as he continued caressing me pushing me into a strange sense of peace. He’d had that effect on me more than once.

I took and held a deep breath when he lifted his fingers. There was something beautifully painful about the sharp smack against my bottom. The discomfort was immediate and I shifted my hips back and forth. I did what I could to keep from crying out. This was far from being over.

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