Total pages in book: 122
Estimated words: 124140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 621(@200wpm)___ 497(@250wpm)___ 414(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 124140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 621(@200wpm)___ 497(@250wpm)___ 414(@300wpm)
Or Papa.
But no . . . he wasn’t going there. He couldn’t.
“Alejandro,” she said on a sigh.
He took it as consent to keep drying her off. He moved the towel over her bottom. It was rounded and cute. A perfect target for his hand.
“You deserve a spanking.”
“What? Why? I didn’t do anything.”
Was she serious? There were so many things he owed her a spanking for.
“Let’s see. For not doing as you were told. For putting yourself in harm’s way. And for smiling at Aaron.”
“Smiling at Aaron? Alejandro . . .” She looked over her shoulder at him with exasperation. “Are you serious right now?”
“Oh, and I forgot, for being a sassy brat. Widen your legs and hold on to the vanity in front of you.”
She tried to shuffle forward so she could grab hold of the vanity, but he held her legs.
“I didn’t tell you to move your legs.”
She huffed out a sigh, then bent over to grab the vanity.
“Legs. Apart.” He tapped her thighs.
She spread her legs. “Move my legs, don’t move my legs. Make up your mind! Or are you starting to lose your mind because you’re so old?”
Smack!
He lightly slapped her ass, making her jump. “Alejandro!”
“Si?”
“You spanked my ass!”
She sounded so indignant. He massaged the small red patch on her ass. “Pequeña, that wasn’t a spanking. It was a warning. You need to watch that your tone doesn’t get too sassy.”
“Not sure that I can change my tone,” she grumbled.
“We’ll see,” he said darkly. Although the truth was, he liked that Cat had fire and sass. That she wasn’t afraid to go head to head with him.
So long as she didn’t put herself in danger. Or challenge him in front of his men. They needed to know that he was in control of every aspect of his life.
Including this sassy brat. Mi mocosa impertinente.
He ran the towel over her legs, then along her pussy.
She moved up onto her toes. “Alejandro!”
“I need to dry all of you.”
“All of me?”
“I don’t want parts of you to remain wet.” Leaning forward, he kissed that same red patch. “You might chafe. It could be . . . painful.”
“Oh my God. Does every word you utter have a double meaning?”
He grinned. “I don’t know what you mean.”
He moved the towel between her ass cheeks.
“Mierda! Alejandro! You can’t touch me there!”
“And you call me the bossy one?” he muttered. “Why can’t I touch you there?”
“B-because!”
“Good argument. Very verbose. You should let someone else get a word in.”
She straightened and turned, looking down at him. He went to tell her off, but then he saw something in her face.
Something unsure and scared.
He stood and clasped her face between his hands. “Hey. What is it? What’s wrong?”
“I just . . . you want to touch me there? Really?”
Christ.
How innocent was this girl?
Too sweet and innocent for you. Step away and leave her alone.
He took a step away. “Can you finish drying yourself?”
She eyed him with surprise. He held the towel out to her, staring over her shoulder.
Fuck, it was hard being the good guy.
It went against everything he knew.
“Take the towel, Cat,” he said in a firm voice.
“You don’t want me anymore?” Her voice was small. Unsure.
So unlike his fiery, didn’t-know-her-own-limits girl that his gaze immediately went back to her face.
She stared up at him, pale, haunted, and sad.
Joder. He was doing this to her.
“Not want you? That’s not what this is. If you could feel how hard my dick is, you’d know the truth of that.”
Her eyes flared, and her gaze went down to his dick. Mierda. That asshole liked her attention.
Too much.
“Then what is it?” she asked. “If you want me, then why are you walking away? Because I asked about why you’d want to touch my ass?”
Some of that strength and sass was coming back. The problem was it just made his dick harder.
“I think the question would be, why wouldn’t I want to touch your ass?” He placed his hand over the base of her neck. “Squeeze it. Smack it. Stretch it nice and wide to take my dick. Do you think you could handle that? Could you handle me fucking your ass? I’m not a small man. Nor am I a gentle one. I’m not what you really want.”
“No?”
“No,” he replied arrogantly. “You need gentleness. You need someone to treat you with care and kindness. That’s not me.”
She huffed out a laugh, surprising him. “That’s the biggest load of bullshit I’ve ever heard.”
His gaze narrowed. “Are you saying I’m lying?”
“I’m sure you’re trying to convince yourself that I should need someone like that. That you can’t give me that.”
“And why would I do that?”
Her chin tilted up in the air. “Because you’re scared.”
“Me? Scared?” Oh, he was so close to showing her exactly why she couldn’t handle him.
Which is precisely what she wants. She’s goading you.