Page 41 of Fierce King (L.A. Ruthless 1)

‘Magda has left a lasagna in the refrigerator. I’ll pop it into the oven for dinner,’ I said, not knowing what else to say. I felt embarrassed and awkward and I wasn’t sure if he was still angry with me.

He frowned at me. ‘The only place you’re going, is the tub to soak that beautiful ass, and then bed, princess.’

I felt incredibly relieved about that because that was exactly what I wanted to do. But my stomach growled in resistance, and Magda had prepared us a beautiful meal. ‘What about dinner?’

‘The lasagna will keep. I’ll order us a take out. We can eat in bed watching the TV.’

‘And get food all over your beautiful, million thread count sheets?’

He dipped his head low and kissed me softly before looking in my eyes. ‘Those sheets are going to need washing in the morning anyway. Because I am nowhere near finished with you tonight.’

I swallowed. ‘More punishment?’

He dusted his knuckles across my cheek. ‘No, Alana. There’s no punishment in my bed. Only pleasure.’

I shivered at his words and then his hand travelled to my ass. He grabbed it possessively. It was still burning from my spanking but the pain had turned into a pleasant throb now. ‘Who does this sexy ass belong to, princess?’

‘You,’ I breathed.

‘That’s right. Just like your hot pussy does. And I am going to use them both whenever and wherever I want to.’

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