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My throat now bared to the blistering winds, I let out a moan. One filled with a newfound desire to have him do it again until my scalp ached. And with the answer on the tip of my tongue, I arched my back even farther into his body until I fully surrendered to him.
“I don’t need you.” The words came out like a taunt.
Like I was begging for him to change that, and when a carnal growl rumbled its way along the shell of my ear, I knew I would be in for it.
I knew I had awoken the beast.
“That right, baby?” he questioned as the grip he had on my hair tightened.
Clearly he wasn’t amused by my answer, but the feel of his cock lurching on my backside made it plainly obvious that this was what he wanted. That my defiance and stubbornness turned him on.
It was entirely new to me having a man desire my sass. No one could handle me and as I remained in the tight clutches of Lawson, I knew I was about to be handled well and thoroughly by this cowboy.
At least I hoped I’d be.
“What are you going to do about it, cowboy?” I hardly recognized the rich, sultry voice that fell past my frozen lips. I sounded like a desperate woman who was willing to do and say anything to get what she wanted.
“What am I going to do about it? Well, darlin’, you’re about to see how I handle things when you choose not to listen to me.” The grip he had on my hair loosened and with one swift movement, he collared the back of my neck and kneaded my skin. “And tonight, you’ll find out exactly what that means.”
Chapter Six
LAWSON
“What are you gonna do about it, cowboy?”
Her words went straight to my cock and instantly, my head filled with ideas on how I wanted to put her in her place.
But only one stood out.
Her beautiful ass bright red with my teeth marks indented into each cheek. Maybe then she’d realize who she was fuckin’ with. That I wasn’t like any of the other men out there who didn’t have the balls to handle her.
Never in my life had I felt so determined to make a woman mine. Especially one so insolent and persistent on proving that she didn’t need me. Hell, if I wasn’t such a confident bastard I would have cut my losses and walked away.
Okay, maybe I wouldn’t have, but the challenge of it all made me want her even more.
I needed that. I needed the challenge. I needed someone who could call me out on my bullshit and make me want to be a better man. But I also needed this. I craved this spirited littlewhirlwind of a woman and I'd be damned if I let her slip through my fingers.
With her neck pulsing wildly beneath my grip, I knew I couldn’t let her wait another second for her impending punishment. Even her breathless pants had turned more ragged as my fingers flexed along her nape.
“Tonight starts right the fuck now, baby. So if you wanna act like a brat, then I’ll have to treat you like one.” I reluctantly removed myself from the heat of her back and with my hand still holding her neck, I firmly placed my other onto her hip. “Now climb the rest of the way down. I got you.”
Though she was only three steps from the ground, the fear of her even twisting an ankle bothered the hell out of me.
It had only taken her a few seconds to respond, then without a smart retort or a comment as to why she didn’t need my help, she wordlessly let me guide her down.
“Good girl,” I praised with each step she took as my blood began to pump fiercely.
Once both her feet were firmly planted onto the ground, I took this as my chance to press myself against her backside again. This time, with a change in my demeanor, I forced her upper half to bend over the step.
“Lawson!” she gasped as her mitten-covered hands went to clutch onto each side of the ladder as her upper half went through the gap.
Fuck, I wanted her to say my name all goddamn night.
“What in the hell are you doing?” Her frantic voice speared right through my chest, so with the soothing rub of my fingers on her neck, I tried my hardest to settle her nerves.
“What’s it look like, darlin’? You’re not listenin’ to me and you’re bent over.” I trailed my hand along her waistline until I felt the buttons on her snow pants. “Put two and two together.”
She let out a breathless gasp as her head swiveled to the side. Eyes the size of dinner plates, she watched my face as if she couldn’t believe what I was doing or was about to do.
