Page 7 of Dirty Dillon

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. You’ll learn.” I grin, nipping at her earlobe. “The hard way, if necessary.”

She sucks in a sharp breath, arousal and nerves rolling off of her in waves. I can already see the first cracks forming in that spoiled facade of hers, hinting at the woman she really is when she’s not putting on a show.

“I like a little sass, but if you push me, I’m taking you to hand. As often as necessary.”

“You obviously don’t have an HR department.”

“Careful,” I warn.

Fuck if I don’t love that fire in her eyes.

“I’m not going to allow you to spank me. I’m offended that we are even having this conversation.”

“You just offered to put my dick in your mouth. I’m not worried about your sensitivities.”

“If I tell my father what you—”

“You won’t. Know how I know?”

She shakes her head defiantly. “This ought to be good. Tell me, Mr. Duke, why won’t I tell my father, and maybe even the sheriff, how I came to this place of business and was accosted by the thug who owns it? And threatened with violence if I don’t do as he says.”

I chuckle darkly. “You won’t tell him because you like the way I make you feel. You like the way I make your body quiver with anticipation and the way I take control. You won’t tell him because you want more, princess.” I take another nip at the skin below her ear because she tastes so damn good. “You like the danger and excitement. You like the power I have over you. You know, deep down, that I’m exactly what you need.”

“You are delusional.”

Fuck she smells good. “Can’t help but notice you haven’t pushed me away.”

She swallows. “You’re the size of an ox.” She meets my eyes like she’s looking for something. The world has narrowed to our little bubble. Just me and this woman. “I don’t want to break a nail.”

Yeah. This woman.

“Well?” I prompt. “Do we have a deal or not?”

Cressida hesitates, pride warring with desire, before whispering, “Deal.”

“Good girl.” I seal our bargain with a bruising kiss, reveling in her soft moan. By the time I release her and step back, her lips are kiss-swollen and eyes glassy with need. “Be here at eight sharp tomorrow. We’ve got work to do.”

She stumbles back against the wall, chest heaving as she struggles to catch her breath. “Th-the repairs. How long will they take?”

I shrug, turning away to hide my smile. “However long it takes to teach you a lesson. You can borrow a loaner car in the meantime.”

Her indignant squawk follows me into the garage, but she doesn’t argue. She already knows she’s mine, whether she wants to admit it or not.

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