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Xander smirks at me as I walk past him, and my heart swells. Whatever happened earlier is already water under the bridge for us. He obviously has some shit to work through. And when that time comes, I’ll be there for him no matter what. Just like he has been for me.

Jordyn screams and slaps my ass, but the only thing that does is make my cock harder as I stride into my office, kicking the doors shut behind us before I set her down.

Flecks of gold burn in her emerald eyes as she scowls and tries to push past me. I block her and unlike most would, she doesn’t back down. She’s a full head shorter than me, and definitely lighter, but my girl doesn’t care. She’s my fierce kitten.

“You can’t keep me here forever,” she hurls at me.

I smile. “Why not, baby? I like you here. I like you with me.”

She eyes me suspiciously. “For now. Until the next one. Until a better one.”

My shoulders tense. “What the fuck does that mean? There is no better one compared to you. I shouldn’t have let you go. I was trying to do the right thing. To give you the option. But you’re mine, kitten.”

Silence stretches between us as her expression shifts. She takes a step back, crossing her arms again, trying to keep me out. I hate it.

“You think I’m stupid enough to think someone likeyouwould want someone likeme?”

CHAPTER 30

Jordyn

TAKE ME HOME

The airin the room tenses, his eyes darkening as he stalks toward me. I swallow, wanting to take a step back. Not because I’m afraid. Well, maybe I’m a little afraid. But not because I think he’ll hurt me. Not in any type of way that I don’t want to be.

“What the fuck did you say?” he asks slowly. “Are you suggesting you’re not good enough for me? Are you trying to piss me off, kitten?”

“I’m speaking the truth, Cash. I’ve heard it all my life. I even heard it earlier today. A man like you doesn’t want a woman my size on his arm. I’m a pretty face, but my body isn’t exactly wife material in the Las Vegas social circle. And I’m sure as fuck not going to be anyone’s dirty little secret. So, take me home because I’m done playing your games.”

He blinks a few times, his eyes pinned on me, his jaw clenched. Then he grabs me by the waist, his fingers digging into my soft flesh as he shuffles us toward his desk. When my butt hits the edge, he leans to the side and pushes several items off, a paper weight and a stapler land on the ground with a loud thud.

As I twist to look at what he’s doing, he uses it to his advantage and spins me around, then presses his hand to my back, shoving my chest down to the hard surface.

Then I hear the unmistakable sound of him undoing his belt, and I suck in a breath. My thighs quiver, and my pussy suddenly has a pulse.

“You’re going to learn a very hard lesson right now, kitten,” he grits out as the leather whooshes through the room. “Because you saying shit like that makes me fucking furious. You arenotjustsomewoman. You aremywoman. You have been since the second I laid eyes on you.”

I hear him folding his belt in half before he smacks the back of my thighs with it hard enough to make me yelp. Then he yanks up the back of my cotton dress and tugs my panties down my thighs before he starts to spank my ass. I whimper and try to rise, but he pushes me down harder.

“If you think I want any other woman on my arm in public or in private, you haven’t been paying attention, kitten. You’re a fucking goddess.Mygoddess. Do you think my brother calls youbombshelljust because? Men drool over you. I see it, and it pisses me off. I’m going to spend the rest of my life killing every man who dares to touch or speak to you without my permission.”

I let out a sob as the first tear falls. Cash is the only man who has ever made me feel beautiful. Sexy. Wanted. He looks at me and it feels like I’m the only thing he sees.

His belt lands over and over as he spanks me hard and fast while I kick my feet, trying to unsuccessfully dodge the searing pain.

“Ow! I’m sorry,” I choke out, my fists balled up tightly.

He doesn’t stop. Doesn’t slow his pace. Just keeps going, sure and steady while he continues to scold me like a naughty little girl.

“If anyone isn’t good enough in this relationship, it’s me, kitten. So if I hear you put yourself down like that again or make any indication that you’re not good enough for me, it won’t bemy belt on your ass. It will be a cane, and you won’t sit for a week. Do. You. Understand?”

I nod, my hair bouncing as I do. “Yes,” I sob.

The belt hits the floor, and I let out a relieved breath until he moves around the desk with his hand still pressed to my back and opens a drawer with the other. Whatever he grabs, it fits in his palm, so I can’t see it as he moves back, his hips touching my ass while I continue to cry.

“You’re mine, kitten. I warned you to call me Daddy. Since you seem to keep forgetting, I’m going to make sure you know who the fuck I am when we leave this room.”

Panic surges through me when I hear the pop of a cap and something cool drips down my butt crack.

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