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I closed my eyes, planting both hands on his chest as he took his time dragging his tongue from one side of my jaw to the other.
Trembling, I forced the spell to be broken enough so I could tickle him with my nails before reaching for the belt buckle. Before I tried to unfasten it, I ran my fingers along the thick grain, the leather still damp.
He nipped my lower lip, pulling it into his mouth before gently pushing me away. He was even more dominating than before, wagging his finger back and forth slowly as he allowed his gaze to fall to my bare feet and back. “Tonight, you will do as I say.”
“Oh, yeah?”
His nostrils flared, his chest puffing up and I realized as if for the first time how tall he was. At least six foot four and all muscle. The man could have been a linebacker except he was even better looking. Yes, he’d be all the rage on the cover of romance novels.
“Oh, yes. Every. Single. Thing.”
“And if I don’t?”
He crowded my space, issuing a single crack against my behind. “Then you’ll receive more than just a spanking, which is exactly what you need. Now, be a good girl and take your medicine.”
With another smack of his palm, I shuddered to my core.
After the horror of dealing with Antonio, the rational side of me shouldn’t want anything to do with such a dominating man. Yet the bad girl, the one who’d been reading about and craving a take charge kind of man, I was thrilled.
And maybe, just maybe, I would end up pushing his buttons to see what would happen.
CHAPTER 12
Fallon
My mama had fallenhard for a dominating man.
I should remember what happened and how when I’d been away serving my country, she’d suffered. She’d lied about how happy she was in letters and Zoom calls, but I’d caught the bruises. I’d seen the look of increasing fear in her eyes.
The woman inside of me should continue reminding myself powerful men should be kept at arm’s length.
Yet with the second crack of his hand against my naked bottom, I leaned into him instead of trying to run away.
As if I’d get very far.
The way he was looking at me was exactly as if the man planned on devouring me. He rubbed his hand down my arm, cocking his handsome head as he slipped his fingers under the elastic, running his finger back and forth. He was teasing me, keeping my pussy clenching from anticipation.
With a single finger on his other hand, he swirled the tip around my already aching nipple while his chest rose and fell several times. “One fucking gorgeous woman. The things I wantto do with you… correction,” he pinched and twisted my nipple, his face lighting up when I moaned, “the things I will do to you. But remember,” he half whispered, this time jamming his other hand between my legs, “you will do everything I say.”
When I tried again to unfasten his belt, he grinned in such a way that I could tell he was hoping I’d disobey him. He arched a single eyebrow before driving a hole through the lace of my thong.
“What are you doing?” I asked, half laughing.
“A little reminder.” He shifted one hand to my other breast, tormenting my hardened bud while fingering my clit through the hole.
“You owe me a very expensive pair of panties.”
“I think I can afford a pair or two.”
“Maybe I’ll demand more.”
“Maybe you need to see what demanding anything from a man like me will get you. Or I should say, cost you.” Maybe I’d anticipated what he was going to do, but still, the moment he tossed me over the edge of the railing, I took a deep breath, enjoying the way my body reacted with shivers and the hard thud of my heart.
When he brought his hand down against my bottom, I rose onto my toes, my hold on the railing almost white knuckled. The sensations were incredible. “Yes, a very hard spanking is necessary to keep you in line.”
Almost instantly I was titillated, not only from his actions, but also from the thought.
Only life wasn’t a fantasy where men were powerful alphas who always came to the rescue of the women they adored.
