Page 94 of The Owner's Temptation

“You want to act like a brat, Sienna?” His voice is so calm. Deep. Patient, like he’s explaining math.

Another hit.

“Then you’ll be treated like one.”

My eyes burn. I’m humiliated—laid out across his desk like a disobedient schoolgirl. My ass bare, dress bunched at my waist.

But worse than the shame?

Is theheat.

The pleasure-pain that pulses from every spank, ricocheting straight to my clit. It buzzes there—taunting. Torturing. Every hithurts, but somehow, it makes me wetter. Makes me ache harder.

Smack.

My fingers grip the edge of the desk.

“You don’t misbehave because you want to disobey,Angel,” Lucian says, his tone still maddeningly level. “You do it because you want me to take control, don’t you?”

Another hit, again.

“Yes, sir.” A choked moan slips from me. I hate him. I hate how much I want this.

His hand glides over my ass again—slow and deliberate, like he’s studying the shape of his sin.

“You play the brat so well,” he murmurs. “All mouth and no discipline.”

Smack.

“Every time you talk back, you’re begging for this. Every time you roll your eyes, you’re asking me to put you in your place.”

I’m trembling now. My breath hitching. My thighs slick and quivering, my core pulsing like I’m seconds from an orgasm I know I won’t get.

That’s the worst part.

Hewon’tgive me that.

Lucian’s been edging me since the moment I stepped into The Ledger.

Every lingering look.

Every command spoken in that low, lethal voice.

Every brush of his body so close to me that saysmine—only to pull away before I can haveanything.

Smack.

“Pathetic,” he mutters under his breath. “Dripping all over my desk like a needy little slut, aren’t you?”

My breath catches—part humiliation, part helpless arousal that pulses low in my belly. My eyes burn. My skin stings. My thighs try to rub together for friction, but he notices and spreads them wider.

“You think this gets you what you want?” he asks, voice curling hot against my spine. “You think being desperate makes you deserving?”

He reaches around my hip, to the front of my panties. I suck in a breath and hold it. Begging him to slide his fingers beneath the waistband.

He doesn’t. He only allows his fingertips to barely slide between my legs. The faintest touch, stopping just as he feels how truly wet he’s made me.

Fuck him.

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