Page 62 of Reclaim (Deadly Hearts 3)

“Unfortunately, yes. She is slightly unhinged, and now that she knows about you, it will drive her to do something stupid. I just know it.”

Her shoulders stiffen and her lips purse with annoyance. “Great,” she mutters.

“Sorry.”

She snorts. “Sure, whatever. Are you concerned with how I will deal with it?”

“Not at all.”

“Do you want details?”

“Nope.”

She nods and I think that it’s over. However, she hasn’t given me any indication if she has forgiven me or not.

Pushing off from the door, I approach her cautiously. She acknowledges my advance, but says nothing. I take that as a cue to keep moving.

It strikes me when I get within reach of her what she requires of me now and I’m more than happy to oblige.

“On your feet, sweetheart,” I murmur, my tone low and dark, the way I know it affects her.

She rises slowly and faces me, dropping her arms loosely to her sides, her eyes lowered.

“Bend over the desk.”

She does as she’s told, leaning over, resting her elbows on the hard wood. I move behind her, kicking her chair gently out of the way. Running my hands over her pert backside, I bunch up her sexy black dress and slide it up over her hips. I groan when her smooth, bare arse comes into view. Trailing my hand down, I stroke her softly and then slap her soundly, a loud crack that echoes through the quiet office. She gasps, but lowers her head to the desk, pressing her cheek against it.

“Have you been naughty, sweetheart?”

“Yes.”

I slap her again, hard enough to leave a red mark on her pale skin.

“What did you do?”

“I killed two men. My soul is filthy.”

Another crack as I smack her arse.

I bend down to kiss her softly, hearing the snuffle as she holds back her tears. It wrenches my gut, but to stop now will damage her. She needs this.

“Do you want my forgiveness?”

She whimpers. “Yes.”

“Beg me for it, on your knees.”

She lifts her head and I step back, watching her closely as she drops to her knees, slipping her shoes off in the process.

“Please forgive me, Master.”

“Are you sorry for what you did?”

She shakes her head.

“Then why do you need my forgiveness?”

She swallows, but doesn’t answer for a moment. I use the silence to unzip my fly and pull my cock out. I stroke it and it bounces to attention almost immediately.

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