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To be fair, my ass was on fire, and I don’t think I could have handled being spanked again. Play spankings are one thing, but that was completely different. It was meant to hurt. To teach. To get a point across. To get me to submit.

Which I did.

And I liked it.

Why did I like it?

I’ve never enjoyed it before when a guy has tried to dominate me.

But this didn’t feel like those times. This felt natural. Not forced or fake. It felt likeus.

Luckily, when Caleb reappears, he keeps his distance and doesn’t bother me for the next few hours while I stay laying on the lounger to conceal my red ass and think nonstop about Cash Savage.

I’m not sure what’s going on between us, but what I do know is that, either way, I’m in way over my head.

CHAPTER 13

Cash

MY BROTHERS ARE ASSHOLES

My cock is hard.

How am I supposed to concentrate on anything other than the way it felt to discipline my little kitten? She was so perfect while I spanked her. Squirmy and whiny and vocal, yet soft and submissive at the same time. I almost ordered her to her knees to suck my cock right then and there, but I somehow had an ounce of restraint. It’s quickly dissipating, though.

I’ve been patient with Jordyn. I’ve waited for answers. It’s been three days. Three long days of the brat testing me in every way possible, and it’s time for her to give me what I want. Then,I’mgoing to give her what I want. Which is the fuck of a lifetime before I let her go for good. She’s a woman. I won’t kill her. Other than wanting answers from her, I have no need for Jordyn aside from this burning desire that keeps getting stronger by the second. I can barely concentrate on anything else.

“Cassian,” I greet casually as Beckett holds up the phone for all of us to hear.

“Cash,” Cassian answers, his deep voice serious and short.

The man knows I’m all business, and he is too, which is why we work well together. Both of us are dangerous men, but indifferent ways. Enough so that neither wants to cross the other and we know it.

I’m not in the mood for pleasantries. Enough time has passed since my father was killed. I’m growing more impatient by the second, and the longer I keep Jordyn here, the more I keep forgetting why she’s here. It needs to end.

“Where is Thomas Kingston?” I ask.

“I’m looking for him. I’m in Paris right now. There’s a big race this weekend, so I assume this is where he’ll be. It’s strange that I can’t find any flight information on him. He doesn’t have his own plane from my research. Are you even sure he left the country?” Cassian asks.

I’m not sure about anything anymore. I’m not sure if I should believe anything Jordyn says, if I should continue to push her, or if letting her go is the right thing to do. I’m starting to wonder whether keeping her here is for purely selfish reasons. Because she makes me feel something I haven’t felt in too long. Even before my dad was killed.

“Keep looking. I’ll let you know if anything changes,” I snap.

Xander eyes me as Beckett ends the call. All three of them turn their attention to me, eyebrows raised.

“Someone’s in a foul mood,” Kian states. “More than usual.”

I glare at my brother, but don’t get a chance to speak before Xander does.

“Cash spanked Jordyn out by the pool. I’m pretty sure Caleb watched the entire thing based on the look on his face when he came inside,” Xander blurts.

My scowl moves to Xander. “Couldn’t keep that to yourself?”

He shrugs.

Beckett’s mouth curls into a grin. “You spanked that gorgeous ass? You lucky bastard. Why are you in here instead of balls deep inherright now?”

I practically fly across the office, grabbing my youngest brother by the throat and shoving him against a wall, white-hot rage shoots through me. “You ever talk about her ass like that again and I’ll break every fucking limb in your body. Do you hear me? She’s mine.”

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