Page 113 of The Scandal You Started
“And why the fuck should I listen to you when you won’t listen to me?”
“Because I command it,” he rumbled, jabbing a finger down towards the bed. “And therefore, you will listen, or so help me, Rayna, I will lock you up in here until you forget that man’s name!”
Fumes of sooty chimney smoke poured from her head as she visibly seethed. He breathed them in, coating his lungs in the thickness of her fury, and expelled his own in return.
“I dare you to fucking try.”
The moment she shifted one hand back, readying to escape, Dominic collapsed onto his palms and knees over her, trapping her in. “Stay put,” he growled.
Of course, she didn’t listen. She scrambled and smacked him and hissed like a feral cat as he fought to pin her and tame her and keep her to himself.
“You have lost your fucking mind,” she spat, digging her claws into his shoulder and chest as she tried to push him off.
“You make me lose my mind.”
But she continued cursing him and struggling and hitting until he’d had enough.
“Cease this at once, or I will take you over my knee and spank you!”
He finally snatched up both her wrists in one hand and pinned them to the bed above her head, forcing her to arch under him.
She went still, panting and scowling.
He curled over her, pushing her further into the mattress.
But something in the atmosphere shifted.
The adjustment of one singular note turned the smoke bundling around them from black and irritating to provoked and suggestive. It caressed him as if it were a physical thing teasing its way inside him.
With glassy, heated eyes, Rayna smirked. “Spank me? You? Yeah, right.”
A scorched sting sailed over his skin. “Do not test me,” he warned.
She cocked her chin. “Can’t test you when you’re only full of bullshit, can I?”
He knew the taunt was purposeful, but his pride burned in tandem with the surge of blood through his cock.
Her doubt, her mocking, her defiance.It was rousing.It was unacceptable.
It made a jest of his masculinity. He couldn’t allow that.Wouldn’t allow it.
He’d teach her the consequences of doing so.
Dominic released her wrists and tucked the same arm under her back. He flipped her onto her stomach. She landed with a gasp and squirmed to lift onto her knees, but he penned her nape against the mattress, preventing her from moving far.
Her soft, round derriere hovered in the air as she pressed her cheek to the bedding, glaring back at him in a fiery mix of surprise, anger, and arousal. “You asshole,” she hissed as if her own actions hadn’t led to this.
A heady little smirk quirked one corner of his mouth. “I am a man of my word, darling. Remember that the next time you wish to disobey me.”
He lifted his right hand and swooped it down over one curve of her rump.
The clap softened by the cotton of her sage-green shorts whipped through the room and wrapped tightly, blissfully around his balls. He choked down the raw groan that clambered up his throat and lifted his hand again…
But a faint, breathy chuckle caught his attention.
“Is that it?” Rayna taunted. “I can barely feel your hand on me.”
She was baiting him again. And it worked.
