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“Nobody remembers the Bermuda Triangle.”

“Exactly.”

“You have to stop killing people.”

She takes a deep breath and looks at me with those beautiful deep brown eyes of hers. There’s so much contained there, so much I miss when I focus on her chaos.

“I didn’t kill those men.”

“They didn’t dismember themselves in the bushes.”

She snorts, grins, then breaks and outright laughs at my curt response. “I’m sorry,” she says. “That just sounds so funny when you say it that way, makes me think of what it would be like if they tried…”

“This is serious,” I growl. “You have to take responsibility…”

I trail off mid-sentence. How the hell is she going to take responsibility when she is so clearly constantly out of control? I am asking for something she cannot give. I have to stop doing that.

At her core, Beatrix is terribly afraid. Her tendency to violence and her insistence on justice come from the same place. But these men were leaving. They had an accident. Or maybe she created it. Maybe she took her wolf form and ran out in front of them. Maybe she hid in the back of the car and made it crash. I’ll never really know. I don’t really want to know the details. They’ll only be more incriminating when I’m inevitably interrogated.

“I am not going to let anybody hurt you. When the authorities come, and they will come now, you will be well out of the way, and you will not hurt anybody. Don’t fight this, Beatrix.”

“Don’t fight what?” She frowns slightly, then screams as I throw her over my shoulder.

“You can’t stop yourself? That’s okay. I can stop you. I had this prepared for you earlier,” I tell her. “I hoped I wouldn’t have to use it, but I see I will have to.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she giggles. She still thinks this is funny. We will see how funny it is when I start handling her as she deserves to be handled.

The stairs to the private dungeon go down from our room, winding down through the chateau unseen, hidden in walls until it hits bedrock and keeps going into the earth.

This is the dungeon I threatened her with, a space prepared for her to be held captive. It has all the basic creature comforts, including a bed, which I sit on as I throw her over my knee and spank her hard, relentlessly, my palm landing on her ass with the kind of slap that leaves a bright red mark every time it lands.

She yelps and wails, but this is only the preamble. I have much more thorough punishments planned for her. I spank her long and hard, until her toes drum against the floor and her ass turns bright red. I spank her upper thighs and her inner legs when she swings them open in the futile attempt to escape.

I hear a few incoherent snatches of words from her, but I am not listening to apologies or explanations. I am punishing her roughly and thoroughly, my hand bounding off her bouncing bottom time and time again as I thrash the lesson into her.

A bottle of lubricant stands on the night table. I pick it up and drench the cleft of her hot red cheeks with it, watching as the clear fluid runs down her parted ass.

“You’ve been a very bad girl,” I lecture, my tone imparting real weight to those words as I press my thumb to her ass and slowly push it in, claiming that last little bit of her. The part I had left untouched, because it felt too filthy, too defiling. It was the last piece of her physical innocence and I might have let her have it if not for the fact that she insists on disobeying me time and time again in the most brutal and sanguine of ways.

I pull my thumb out and replace it with my fingers. The lubricant is doing a good job at enabling this conquest.

“I warned you so many times,” I say, smacking her cheeks with my free hand. “And you’ve pushed me to this, haven’t you?”

A little mumbled yes floats to me.

“I’m going to fuck this tight little ass. You’re going to take my cock right here,” I say, plunging my fingers in and out of her tight hole.

She is tight. And she is sorry. The sound of her well-spanked whimpering is very appealing.

I have been so patient with my little mate. I have tried to give her the chance to relax, to feel safe. I have tried to keep her from danger, but she insists on becoming the danger. We will see how she feels about that now she is going to suffer the consequences.

I pick her up and bend her over the bed. She has very little to say for herself and that is good because I do not want to hear words or excuses. I just want to hear her wail as I fuck her.

“Breathe,” I order. “It will make it hurt less.”

With that, I start to slide my rock-hard cock into the tight, hot interior of her asshole. Little by little, she takes this humiliation, her empty pussy dripping with arousal beneath the hole I have decided to claim.

Her ass grips my cock tightly as she submits to me, giving me her obedience now that it is too late to mean anything for the lives I was trying to save.

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