Page 29 of Stealing His Christmas Present

I should take the bread and throw it in his face.

Only, then I’d starve.

And I really needed my energy. Plus, it was the perfect way to start my plan and try to seduce him. And tomorrow, he might ask for something I wasn’t willing to do.

“I want real food this time,” I said.

Surprise flashed across his features, but it quickly disappeared. “All right.”

He went to one of the rooms and brought a chair back with him. He placed it in the middle of the hallway, and then opened the door of my cell.

When he sat in the chair, he gave me an expectant look.

I took a deep breath, stepping forward.

Now I’d see what kind of effect seeing my naked body had on him.

I let my towel drop to the floor.

Pablo’s lips parted, his gaze glued to me. His erection pushed against his pants, and he shifted in the chair as if he wasn’t comfortable in it anymore.

As I padded closer, my bare feet silent against the cold floor, the anger in his eyes turned into hunger.

A shudder of excitement ran through me. No one had ever looked at me like that. I’d never been naked like this in front of anyone. And if I tried, I could pretend that we were somewhere else.

Maybe back in Spain, before anything bad had happened.

Then I could enjoy this.

But maybe I didn’t have to pretend at all.

I slowly lowered myself to my knees, keeping my eyes on his. “Please spank me.”

He motioned for me to get up, so I did.

Grabbing my arm, he yanked me over his lap.

When his hand rested on my bare bottom, a shot of electricity ran through me. Why was this happening to me? These weird sensations going through me didn’t make any sense.

Pablo pinned my arm against the small of my back.

I was trapped, naked, and completely at his mercy.

It should scare me, but it didn’t.

A gasp escaped my throat as he brought his palm down hard on my ass. The sting spread through me as he gave me another sharp smack.

And then another.

And another.

The tingling between my legs intensified as his palm repeatedly connected with my bottom, creating warmth all over my skin. I wiggled over his lap, his erection poking at me.

A moan escaped my throat as he ran his fingers up and down my sore flesh.

A part of me wanted him to keep touching me.

To slide his fingers between my legs and release the pressure that had pooled there.

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