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In an instant, his fingers withdrew, leaving me feeling cold, bereft. Another smack landed, and the moan that slipped from my mouth wouldn’t be contained.

“Don’t fucking lie to me.”

Chapter Forty

Gunner

The sight of her pretty ass, red with my handprint, was incredible. It did things to me like nothing I had felt before. I had spanked many girls over the years while I fucked them. The club girls loved it. It added something heavy, something almost sinister to the moment. But holding Haizley over my knee, disciplining her for that fucking sassy attitude I loved. Fuck! I almost came in my pants.

AGAIN!

What was it about this tiny woman that had me so out of control?

My hand caressed the redness, and it reminded me of an apple I wanted to take a bite out of. Slipping my fingers back between her legs, I stroked her pussy, pulling whimpers and moans from her.

“Will you be a good girl?” I asked in a low voice, holding back the growl that threatened to escape from my chest. This woman made me fucking feral, but I didn’t want my little lamb frightened. Just appropriately wary of the big bad wolf.

“Yes,” she breathed. I didn’t think my dick could get any harder, but the tremor in her voice had me almost busting through my zipper. I was painfully hard.

Helping Haizley back to her feet, I repeated myself, “Strip.”

She looked down at her shirt and began to unbutton it.

“Eyes, Haizley. Always on me.”

There was a mixture of apprehension and longing pooling in their depths. I held her focus while she removed her top and then her bra. When I stood, she took a step back.

“Kneel.”

Slowly, she sank to her knees.

I laid my hand on the top of her head and whispered, “Good girl.”

She looked up at me and if I wasn’t already hard, I might have passed out from the blood rushing to my dick so fucking fast.

“You are so fucking beautiful on your knees for me.”

A shiver racked her body. My hand caressed her cheek, and she leaned into it.

“Are you cold?”

“No.”

She learned quickly, giving me short answers rather than sass. She was almost there.

“No, what?”

Her nostrils flared and her pale skin turned pink. Her face turned downward, and she whispered, “No,sir.”

There was no animosity in her tone. No sass. It was sultry, adding to the heat swirling about the room.

Gazing down at the woman I longed for, I curled a finger under her chin, lifting her face to mine.

“Eyes on me, little lamb. I won’t remind you again.”

There it was. A flash of that fire. That defiance that she couldn’t contain. She had trouble being obedient. I didn’t mind, though I wouldn’t tell her that. I wanted a reason for my hand to slap her naked ass. I wanted to turn it red with my handprint every moment of the day.

She consumed me in a way that I hadn’t thought possible. I loved her. Love wasn’t foreign to me. I loved my baby sister. I loved my brothers. Hell, I even loved the sheriff. He had been afather to many of us. Being an example we never had growing up.

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