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“No, Wolf, I didn’t forget. Now knock it off with this he-man BS. It doesn’t suit you.”
Wrong thing to say.
“Princess, you need to learn real fuckin’ quick. I’m not a man who sits idly by and I don’t play fuckin’ games. You got something happening, you call. You’re leaving work, you call. Someone fuckin’ threatens you? You. Goddamn. Better. Fuckin’. Call.”
“You’re serious right now?” Jacqueline snaps, shoving against my chest. “You are really getting in my face because I didn’t call you?”
“Yeah, Jacqueline, you need to fuckin’ call.”
“I don’t think so.” Narrowing her gaze, Jacqueline’s body tenses more than it already is. “I’m not going to let you tell me what I have to do or should do. I’m not going to let you dictate my life either. You’re being an asshole and I’m not dealing with you like this.”
“Get used to it, Princess.” I sneer, grabbing her wrists and lifting them above her head. Crowding her completely, I leave no room between us. There’s no missing the change in her body when she feels my cock pressing against her stomach. “I’m an assholeand that’s not gonna change. You’re my woman, and you’re gonna have to deal with it.”
“What if I don’t want to deal with it?”
She just went too far with that little question. Before she realizes what I’m doing, I let her wrists go, step back, bend my shoulder to her stomach, and lift her. Jacqueline screams and starts slapping at my back, shouting at me to put her down.
That’s not gonna happen. She’s about to learn a lesson about being my woman. I’m not about to take it easy on her. Nor am I gonna let her get away with not calling me. She’s mine and needs to understand what that entails.
CHAPTER 18
JACQUELINE
“Put me down, Wolf,” I shout, kicking and screaming from over his shoulder. It’s all I can do to keep myself braced up with my hands on his backside. “If you don’t put me down, I’m going to hurt you.”
Okay, I doubt I can hurt him. He’s a massive, solid wall of muscle.
“Settle down,” Wolf orders right before I feel a stinging bite to my bottom.
“Did you just spank me?” I shout, thrashing in his arms even more, doing everything I can to escape his grip.
Another stinging pain comes down on the other side of my bottom, causing me to go still for a split second.
“I’m going to make you pay for this,” I snap, giving up on holding myself up and start smacking him as hard as I could. Though it doesn’t seem to affect him as much as it hurts my hands.
After another moment or so, Wolf stops in front of a door, reaches into his pocket, and a second later, he steps into a room, using his foot to close the door behind us.
Three steps later, I find myself reeling backward, flopping down on a bed. Wolf doesn’t waste a moment of allowing me to get my bearings. No, in the next second, he’s on top of me. Mouth on mine.
I don’t know how it happens, but between one second and another, I go from fuming mad to wanting to tear his clothes off.
I try to jerk his cut off, wanting him naked and inside me, but Wolf rips his lips away from mine, grips my wrists, lifting them over my head. Before I know it, he’s got them cuffed, and I can’t move them.
Staring wide-eyed at him, I pant, “What are you doing?”
“I’m teaching my woman a lesson in what happens when she goes against me,” Wolf answers, a smirk playing on his lips. One I hadn’t seen before.
“Let me go, Wolf. This isn’t funny.”
Wolf dips his head down. “Do you trust me, Princess?”
What kind of question is that?
“Of course, I do.”
I’m in love with this man. How could I not be? He’s beautiful, inside and out.
“Then trust me as I do what I want to do to you right now.” Giving my bottom lip a nip, he draws away and climbs off the bed.
