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I spat out the reply, my voice carrying more bravado than I felt as I straightened. I wanted him, could feel myself yielding, but I couldn’t abide his misogynistic views. The bastard had just called me his property. However horny I was, I couldn’t let that stand.

“That’s ridiculous, Eli. You can’t say that to me!”

“Oh, Erin...” The fingers at my nape stiffened, holding me in place as his lips brushed over mine. His earthy scent washed over me, reminding me of how I’d felt when he’d rocked me to ecstasy. “I don’t care if you’re a princess out there in the big, bad world. When you’re with me in this cabin, we both know what you really are.”

His mouth descended before I could muster a defense, colliding with mine with punishing force. Without my hands, there was little chance to fight him off, and when his tongue darted past my lips with such authority, I knew the final fragments of my resistance had fallen away. I groaned as he kissed me, resting against the same strong hand that had spanked me as he took his fill. Alive with the competing sensations he inspired, my outrage of the liberties he took ceded to my ballooning lust until I could think of nothing except how bloody good it was when he slipped into the driver’s seat.

Eli.

With his wicked gray eyes, roaming hands, and insufferable gall.

The man had become the center of my entire world.

I was breathless as he slowly withdrew, his eyes burning with emotions when he whispered against my skin.

“How was that, little girl?”

“Fuckyou.”

The defiance tumbled from me in a last-ditch effort to show that even when he had me trapped in ecstasy, he couldn’t haveeverythinghis own way.

Until he’d pressed himself against me, I hadn’t expected the kiss he’d offered, but the sudden caress had altered things in my head. I’d sensed my body soften as I opened for him, knew that despite my better judgment, I was giving in to his relentless pursuit, but I couldn’t succumb entirely without a battle.

The clouds in his eyes darkened; the first cue about what was going to happen next. “You want me to fuck you, little girl?” Clutching my shoulder with his free hand, he spun me roughly to face the bed. “I promise I can do that.”

One small shove was all it took to send me stumbling forward. I tried to lift one leg to break my fall, but it was his arm snaking at my middle that prevented me from unceremoniously crashing face-first onto the covers. Easing me down onto the blanket, he yanked my leggings and panties down to my ankles and prized my knees higher until they splayed on the bed.

Terror and excitement pooled in equal measure.Thatwas the version of Eli I’d summoned—the version who would fuck me like I’d never been fucked before—and I wasn’t sorry.

“You should be careful what you fucking wish for.” His hand crashed down on my prone ass, eliciting a louder moan as the swat boomed around the cabin.

“Yes, sir.” Pushing my face to the covers, I smiled at my predicament. Whatever transpired, I’d provoked his fiery attention, and I’d just have to revel in his dominance.

“Is this what you want?”

Forcibly massaging my ass cheeks, he pulled them apart before spanking them both again. The sting of each swat reverberated through me, traveling straight to my desperate clit. Pushed against the bed sheets, my nub accepted the strikes gladly, sending signals to my brain that it was exactly what I wanted and forcing me to mewl an answer.

“Yes, sir.”

Unlike the prior spanking, which had caused pain and frustration, the fresh swats he rained down were wonderful. I needed his brute strength, and arching my back, I grazed my clit against the bed as I welcomed another strike. Warmth diffused from his hand, spreading as arousal between my legs. The heat was stifling, burning me up from the inside as a fast succession of blows landed one after the other, but rather than call out for him to stop, I never wanted it to end.

“My, my, Erin...” Skimming his hand over my bare behind, he laughed wryly. “You’ve changed your tune, little girl.”

My heart galloped, my thoughts in freefall about what he’d do next, but deep down, I accepted that was why I’d goaded him. Iwantedhim to do exactly what he’d promised—to fuck me—and I prayed he’d ram my sex as hard as he’d taken my throat. Whatever my rational doubts about the idea, I needed his cock inside me, needed him to do what he did best and take the lead. Bound and bent over, I couldn’t be culpable for what happened. I could just bloody relish it.

“Oh, God, just fuck me, will you?” Writhing on the bed, I couldn’t remember ever being so frantic for anyone.

“Are you giving the orders now?” His laughter deepened as he rose, collecting my ankles and dragging me down the bed to where he wanted me.

“Maybe.” Twisting, I peered behind, our gazes locking for a fraction of a second before the pressure at my neck became intolerable.

“Wrong answer, little girl.” Maneuvering my knees into position beneath me, he wrapped an arm around my chest and eased me upright as he climbed onto the bed behind me. “I’m not going to be gentle, and I don’t do fucking condoms.”

Helpless to stop his hand from manhandling my breast, I bit back on my smile. I could no longer conceive, and the last thing I wanted anymore was gentle.

“Got it?” He snarled the word into my ear, sending electricity coursing through my system.

“Yes, sir.” I turned my head toward him, bracing myself as his cock nudged between my legs to find its target. “Oh, fuck.”

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