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Fuck!Roman was out of his chair and across the room before the guy could make it more than a few steps toward the stage. Grabbing the guy by the belt, he pulled him back. Rearing around, the guy took a swing at him, which he easily ducked. The situation went from bad to worse when Elena started taunting the guy.

“Not sure you’d be more than a mouthful judging from the size of your hands.” She lifted up her hand and pointed to it. “If we’re going by size, my dick is way bigger than yours!”

The man screamed in outrage as everyone else laughed at him. His face had turned a molten shade of red as he lunged for the stage again, not quite managing to break free of Roman’s hold on his belt.

“Looks like it’s time for you to go,” Ruslan told him as the bouncer stepped in to grab the guy.

Roman agreed, and he crooked his finger at Elena. “Elena. Let’s go.”

But she wasn’t having it. The music changed and she started dancing again. “I don’t think so.”

He could hear Ruslan chuckling. They needed to leave now. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out his money clip and peeled off a C-note. Elena immediately danced over to him. He held the note just out of her reach so she had to lean toward him. As soon as she was close enough, he grabbed her wrist and jerked her forward, forcing her to lose her balance. Getting his shoulder under her, he tossed her over his shoulder as she screamed in outrage, which only made Ruslan laugh louder.

Roman swatted her ass, and she froze. Taking that as a good sign, he turned to say goodbye to Ruslan—who had yet to stop laughing—and grab the padded envelope the man handed him. Then he strode out of there with a wiggling and outraged Elena still hanging upside down over his shoulder.

CHAPTER12

Elena

“Put me down, you overgrown Neanderthal!” she screamed at Roman, but instead of listening, he just swatted her ass again. “Bastard! Just wait until my—” She stopped her tirade before she blurted out “my father” remembering at the last second she was supposed to be hiding from him.

Roman didn’t put her down until they got back to the car. But before she could turn around to give him a piece of her mind once she was back on her feet, he pushed her torso down onto the closed car trunk. “What do you think you’re doing?” she demanded.

“What should have been done a long time ago!” With one hand on her upper back, he spanked her. Hard!

“What the fuck, Roman! You can’t do this,” she screamed as she tried to block his swats with her hand. Pausing, he grabbed both of her hands and pressed them into her lower back, holding them in place with one hand as the other continued to pepper her ass with hard swats. She tried to kick back, but he was prepared and pressed his thigh against the backs of her legs. Then he had to go and make it that much worse when he began to lecture her.

“What were you thinking in there? Were you bored? Were you not given enough attention as a child—is that why you chase it so hard now? Because you have it, Elena. You have all of my attention and I’m going to demonstrate exactly what I think of a capable woman who persists in doing dangerous things for attention.”

Elena remained stiff, refusing to let him know that the spanking hurt. As her ass warmed up, it began to throb. His swats were coming so fast, she didn’t have time to catch a deep breath much less fully register the pain. At the same time, that heat was manifesting into something far more pleasurable—but there was no way she was going to let him know this was turning her on.

She would let him do whatever he planned on doing and when he finally finished, she’d tell him off. She could wait him out. There was no way he would make her break.

He paused and rubbed her ass, spreading the heat around. Elena realized too late that it would make the pain that much worse when he started up once more. Which was exactly what happened when he resumed the spanking.

“I realize you’ve been dealt a shit hand, but that is no excuse to cause problems. Do you have any idea what your father’s enemies would do to you if they got their hands on you? Do you? Because this? This is nothing.” As he spoke, his hand came down harder and harder, peppering her ass.

Elena knew her father had enemies. That didn’t come as a surprise to her. One of them was swatting her right now. She ground her teeth at a particularly hard spank on a sensitive spot—then her knees smacked into the car bumper when he rubbed the same spot. She fought to keep him from hearing her moan as pleasure began to wind up inside her. This was turning into something she wasn’t at all prepared for, and she needed to put a stop to it now.

“Okay, chaffeurone. I get it. Point taken. I’m sorry,” she told him.

But instead of stopping, he tightened his hold on her wrists, pulling them up slightly and making her arch her back. “You’re not sorry yet,malen’kaya ptitsa, but youwillbe when I’m finished.” As he continued to lecture her on safety and something about situational awareness, it all sort of melded into white noise. He’d called her “little bird.”

Her mother had called her that when she was little because of the way her and her sister flitted around the house. Her momma would laugh, telling them she had little birds instead of daughters. She hadn’t heard the nickname in years and suddenly, she missed her mother desperately.

More than that, she missed having someone in her life who cared about what happened to her and didn’t treat her like a commodity. She wasn’t tracking everything Roman was saying to her, but she knew one thing. He genuinely cared about her safety.

Elena felt a pressure building in her chest, and she began to gasp. She couldn’t draw in a full breath even as her mind continued racing. When had her father cared about anything she did? Truly cared?

Her mother had cared, but then she’d died. Her sister had cared, but then she’d left and hadn’t even tried to take Elena with her. Her father? His level of caring only existed so long as she was useful to him. If she ceased to be useful? She shuddered at the thought. Roman blistering her ass was preferable ten times over to what her father would do to her and anyone she cared about if she dared go against him. Roman and Viktor might think she was safe with them, but that was a joke. No one was safe from the Svodnik.

Elena had become so lost in her own thoughts that she didn’t even realize when Roman stopped spanking her. Nor did she notice that they’d moved until she felt his arms around her. At some point, he’d taken off his jacket and wrapped it around her now shivering body as he hugged her to him. Opening the passenger door, he settled himself in the seat and held her on his lap, crooning soothing nonsense words to her in Russian.

She closed her eyes and allowed the illusion of safety to wash over her as he stroked her back. She was surprised when he pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket and wiped away her tears.

When had she started crying? Was it from the spanking? Or from something else? She shifted on his lap and noted that the pain wasn’t that bad. In fact, the throb felt good. She felt alive. That was when she realized she wasn’t the only one who’d enjoyed her spanking. Roman was turned on, too. She rocked against his lap, feeling a little thrill at the press of his erection against her. It wouldn’t be ideal, but if she could get enough friction, even a small orgasm would release the pressure that had built inside her. But Roman wasn’t having it. He lifted her on his lap and resettled her.

“You’re not in control, little bird.”

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