Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 43571 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 174(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43571 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 174(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
I felt my pulse beating hard beneath my chest at the powerful and commanding tone.
“You can’t boss me around, you know,” I threw back. “You’re not my real—”
“Get inside,” he hissed, and I shivered at the heat in his voice.
“Fine!” I spat back, my whole body tingling with raw want. I pushed him aside and strode into the large entryway. “What are you gonna do,” I threw over my shoulder. “Punish me?”
I sauntered in, storming right into the huge living room that I loved, lined with shelves and shelves of leather books. But the little grin on my face dropped when I realized Lincoln was sitting calmly on one of the large, opulent, leather sofas, and I blushed fiercely. The two of them had both been the focus of every single dirty fantasy and dream I’d had for the last month. But I’d seen Lincoln, even if it’d been blurred and steamy. And looking at him now, sitting back nursing a drink in dark jeans and a crisp white button-up, with his stupidly handsome cowboy chin and gorgeous blue eyes locked right on me brought it all back.
“Maybe I am.”
Wilder’s rough, firm voice was suddenly right behind me, and I gasped under my breath. I turned, trapped against the back of the sofa opposite Lincoln as I faced Wilder.
“You wouldn’t dare,” I whispered quietly. Wilder’s fierce gaze burned right into me, and I swear I could feel Lincoln’s eyes doing the same behind me. And caught between the two of them like that, I could feel my whole body tingling with raw heat.
“Where the fuck were you?” Wilder growled.
“Nowhere.”
His eyes narrowed.
Goddamnit. I wanted the response. I wanted the reaction.
“I was out, on a date.” I said matter-of-factly, setting my jaw as I stared right back at him. I could see something dark and fierce flicker across his eyes, but he was silent.
“Yeah,” I sassed with more bravado this time. “A date.” I swallowed, cocking my hip to the side.
Provoking him.
“You're playing a dangerous game here, Kenzie,” he growled.
“Or maybe you’re just being a puss—”
I gasped as he suddenly spun me around and pressed me against the couch.
SMACK.
With a sharp crack, his hand came flat against the soft, yielding skin of my ass right through my skirt, setting a fire through my core.
“You can’t just spank me,” I whispered quietly, panting. “You’re not my—”
“Dad?” Wilder growled into my ear, making me shiver. “No, Kenzie, I’m not. But in this house and under this roof, for all intents and purposes, I sure as fuck am. I care for you. I feed you. I give you money for clothes which you apparently spend on skirts so short I can see what color fucking panties you’re wearing.”
“You can not—”
“Red,” he growled, his fingers teasing across the short hem of my skirt, flicking it with his fingertips and letting the air tease over my bare thighs. “This last month? Yeah we’re not going to play that little game anymore. We’re done with your bratty little attitude. And to make things easier, I’m going to make it simple for you. In this house, since your real one fucked off with my shitty sister, and since I’m the one caring for you?”
I gasped as I felt his lips right against my ear, his hand resting on my ass, still tingling from the spank.
“In this house, from now on, I’m your daddy.”
Oh God…
Raw heat exploded through me, like every single naughty fantasy I’d been bottling up over the last month was finally coming rushing out.
“Bend over.”
“Wha—”
I gasped as Wilder’s firm hands bent me over, pushing me over the back of the sofa. I whimpered, feeling my tiny skirt pulled up high over my ass and knowing he could see my little red thong pulled tight between my ass cheeks. I blushed just as red as I looked up and locked eyes with Lincoln. Wilder’s hand slid up my thigh, making me gasp before suddenly, he pulled back and then let his palm connect with my skin again.
SMACK.
I yelped — the sound a mix of shock and basically a moan as his strong, powerful hand spanked my little ass and spread the heat through my whole body.
“You’ve been a bad girl, Kenzie,” Wilder growled in my ear, spanking me again as Lincoln just watched, his eyes blazing heat.
SMACK.
With a low growl, Wilder brought his hand down across my upturned ass again, hard. I cried out with a high mewling squeal and a moan, but my eyes stayed open and locked onto Lincoln. Because if it wasn’t dirty enough that here I was, eighteen years old and getting spanked by my gorgeous, dominant guardian, the fact that my second gorgeous dominant guardian was watching made it all the, well…
Hotter.
So, so much hotter.
Wilder’s hand down again, and this time, when the gasp left my lips, I could see Lincoln’s jaw tense. His eyes blazed raw heat across the divide between us, and I swear I could see the front of his jeans bulging up.