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This time it was he who shook his head. "You don't owe anyone anything. You, Nina are a grown woman as is Savannah Lewis. She made a choice to come forward, something she did not have to do. Whatever demons she has that made her do that are not your responsibility."

"But don't you see? That's exactly why I need to talk to her. Why now? What changed after all these years? I mean, what are we missing?”

"Then tomorrow we'll go see her."

Nina rolled her eyes. "Told ya. I knew you would make a big production out of this instead of letting me handle it on my own.”

"God, woman. You have no idea how badly I need to take you over my knee right now. In fact, I don't think I've ever met anyone who needs a spanking more than you do."

Nina's stomach jerked and a sudden pressure pulsed between her thighs at his vehement suggestion. She felt her eyes grow wide, but couldn't stop them.

Oh dear God. This time she pushed and shoved and wrestled her way out of his arms.What the hell?Or better yet, what the hell was wrong with her?

Something inside her had snapped and she wanted to do it.

Right here. Right now.

She wanted the devil himself to spank her.

Chapter Six

Gabe watchedthe myriad of emotions crossing Nina's face as he braced for her explosive reaction. What he'd suggested probably shocked her to her core, but seriously, this woman needed a firm hand.

His hand.

When he saw what looked like shame fill her features he'd had enough. He grabbed her by the hand and led her to his office.

"Gabe, what—?" she sputtered.

He remained quiet as he grappled with his self-control. Based on her reactions to his touches alone, he was fairly certain she would soon give consent to more. And he sure as hell wanted more. So much so that his cock had gone hard at the mere thought of her draped over his lap giving him access to her beautiful heart-shaped ass.

As much as he'd tried to keep to the straight and narrow with her in his house, he couldn't always keep his mind out of the gutter. Not when she looked at him with needy eyes, or when she clung to him in her sleep, or even when the tears dripped down her cheeks as she fought with her own demons of frustration.

But this...

This was an all new level of hell.

He could no longer stand idly by offering her support when something as simple as a spanking had caused her what he was almost certain had to be shame. That royally pissed him off.

He closed the door behind him, more for effect than necessity considering they were alone in the house and he expected no further interruptions today. It worked too, judging by the way she stared at the closed door with an uncertainty that again rocked him to his core.

"Don't do that." He came to an abrupt halt and pulled her into his arms.

"What?" she asked, finally turning toward his voice.

"Look at my door like you've lost your last chance at freedom. You know me, Nina. I am not going to hurt you. At least, not until you ask me to. The choice to submit is, and always will be, your choice.”

"What's that supposed to mean?" she asked.

He gripped her chin and pulled her attention where he wanted it—squarely on him. "Just what it sounded like, I suppose."

In that moment, he watched the fire return to her eyes and waited again for the outburst he expected. To his surprise, she clamped her mouth shut and crossed her arms over her chest, choosing to use her body to declare her obstinance.

"God, you are such a brat. Good thing I know how to deal with brats."

"Don't try to handle me like one of your Purgatory girls. I am not like that."

Guess she couldn't keep that mouth shut after all.

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