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CHAPTER 1
Daniella
“You are such a bad girl! I’m going to punish you for this!”
Giggling, I managed to dodge the big, brooding man, darting around the back of his truck and racing toward the overlook near the big, beautiful neon star.
There was no real hunt, barely a chase before he grabbed me around the waist, easily flipping me up and over his shoulder. He was huge, six foot three and one hundred and eighty pounds of muscle.
Gorgeous and toned, his strong jaw giving way to dimples when he smiled. And every time he did, I swooned.
“Let me go, you brute.” I pummeled my fists on his back, laughing when my wiggling almost allowed me to escape. He hoisted me up again, playfully cursing under his breath.
“You’re getting a harsh punishment for teasing me relentlessly.” His deep voice penetrated my mind and I couldn’t stop shivering. He had that kind of effect on me.
“You can’t punish me. It’s not allowed!”
“You wanna make a bet?” He cracked his hand against my bottom and I squealed in return. The sharp slap of his palm hurt, the pain driven all the way down both legs.
He threw open the door to his truck, letting me down, but keeping a hold. Before I could even think about scrambling away, he tossed me over his lap, jerking up my skirt and exposing my new thong.
“All bad girls need to be punished.”
The rasp in his voice made me shiver. When he brought his hand down three times in rapid succession, I was shocked.
“Oh! That hurts.”
“Yup.”
I wiggled in his lap, fighting to claw my way onto the other seat. He was having none of it, keeping one hand on my back and pinning me down while using the other to spank me.
Every crack of his hand brought a wave of anguish, but the sensations became electrified. Almost instantly, I felt the rush of endorphins. My pussy throbbed, wetness slickening my thighs. He’d playfully spanked me before, but this felt different.
More intimate.
Dominating.
I sucked in my breath, shifting my body once again until I felt his hardness. His cock was throbbing as much as my pussy. I was blinded by the rush of emotions and needs, a burning desire that was stronger today than ever before.
He didn’t stop, bringing his hand down, moving from one side to the other. My panties were soaked and my heart fluttered as the pain morphed into pleasure. How was that possible? I clawed at the seat, shocked how much my nipples ached.
After sucking in his breath, he caressed my skin, rolling the rough pads of his fingers back and forth. My bottom was on fire, but not nearly as much as how heated my core had become.
“Maybe I should do this every day,” he breathed.
If only that was possible.
I couldn’t stop panting long enough to answer. The fact my entire body was more alive than I’d ever felt was a crushing blow, considering the events about to unfold.
Tomorrow was the day I’d lose him, possibly forever.
I cinched my eyes shut as the spanking continued, but his touch became lighter, his fingers finally caressing my skin. When I shifted on his lap, he groaned. I’d created friction and the wave of desire was intense.
He cracked his hand down twice more before rolling me over and shifting me into a sitting position.
The look of reverence on his face was something I’d never forget. Just like his quirky smile and the way he furrowed his brows when he was thinking about something that he couldn’t quite put his finger on how to answer.
I loved that about him and almost everything else.
