Page 60 of Renard's Deliverance

That responsibility sat heavy on her gut.

So, yeah, she didn’t know what she’d been thinking tonight. She opened her mouth to say something bratty. Something that would likely send him running. Because most men couldn’t handle her attitude or her mouth.

“Maybe I was just hoping for a few hours where I wouldn’t have to think.”

Shit.

Fuck.

Why’d she go and say that? Why’d she have to open up like that?

“Or maybe I just wanted to be a bitch,” she added with a grin.

He drew up her driveway and she reached for her buckle, trying to stifle her wince of pain. It didn’t really work though, as a small, pained gasp left her mouth.

Fuckity fuck.

Her back was really fucked now.

“Don’t be doing that,” he told her quietly.

“Doing what?” she asked, just as quietly. “Unbuckling my belt?”

Hmm. Look at them. Both managing to lower the decibels of their voices for once.

“That too, since it obviously hurt you. I haven’t forgotten about your back.”

Lucky her.

“Don’t call yourself names. I said I wouldn’t put up with you calling yourself a whore and I’m not going to put up with you calling yourself a bitch. And there ain’t nothing wrong with wanting to shut down your brain for a few hours.”

“Yeah, well, I couldn’t even manage that. Screwed it up like everything else.”

“You know if you want a spanking, you just have to ask,” he said mildly. “I’m happy to oblige. Nothing I like more than spanking a sub’s ass. But that sub doesn’t actually have to brat if she’s wanting a spanking. All she has to do is ask nicely.”

“You . . . you . . . what?” she squeaked.

“No one’s told you about me? About what I like at the club?”

“I’ve never even seen you at the club,” she told him honestly.

“No, I haven’t been in a while. I’m a sadist.”

She jerked in surprise and then groaned.

Why the hell did she do that?

Before she could muster up the breath to protest, he had her belt across her and buckled in.

“Right. That’s it.” He started up the truck again.

What was what?

“What are you doing?” she asked. “Where are we going?”

He was backing out of the driveway, and he was doing that really sexy thing where he put his hand on the back of her seat so he could turn and look where he was going.

Lord.

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