Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 71200 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 356(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71200 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 356(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
Liam’s doing all the work. Sure, I’m giving him information, making a few contacts, but otherwise it’s all him.
I’m here to piss everyone off and nothing more.
This is my tiny way of taking control of my life.
We stay like that for several beats. I understand that I’m playing with fire. I know he’s a cobra ready to strike and I’m poking him with a stick. But I can’t help myself. This is the kind of person I am—not willing to roll over, not willing to play dead. I climb trees, I get muddy, I learn about the art of war, get bruises, muddy knees, ripped jeans.
I take my life into my own hands.
So far, Liam’s done nothing but whisk me around.
Now I’ve gotten a bit of revenge.
“Is the whole house like this?” he asks.
“Yes. Well, mostly. Some of the rooms are still empty.”
“Hm.” He looks around. “I can live with it.”
“You can—hold on, what now?” My eyebrows raise. “I thought you’d fight more. I had this whole speech prepared.”
“It’s fine. I’ll survive.” He turns to leave.
“No, wait, listen to the speech. When, in the course of human events, it becomes necessary for one people to dissolve the political bands which have connected them with another, and to assume—”
“That’s the Declaration of Independence,” Liam interrupts.
“Come on, it’s just getting good. —and to assume, among the power of the earth—”
“If you keep quoting the Declaration of Independence at me, I swear to god, Alisa, I am going to spank you. This absurd little temper tantrum of a decorative wreck is bad enough, but if you keep going—”
“—the separate and equal station to which the laws of nature and nature’s God entitle them, a decent respect—” He comes at me with a snarl and I yelp, laughing as I run away. My heart’s racing, my head a little dizzy, but Liam doesn’t stop. “I can do more!” I shout, dodging around his lunge, heading for the steps. “—to the options of mankind requires that they should declare—”
“I am going to spank you raw, little princess,” he snarls, and I genuinely can’t tell if he’s mad for real.
I screech, laughing, as I careen into our bedroom. He stops at the doorway, breathing hard, and stares around him.
I gesture, catching my breath. “Well?”
He groans, closing his eyes. “You’ve got to be fucking be kidding me.”
“You don’t like it?”
The place is draped in purple.
Absolutely drenched in a dozen shades of purple like a Teletubby got murdered.
Rugs, paintings, even the lampshade, all purple. Purple star-covered tulle hangs around the four-poster bed, which is done up in purple silk.
“You’re worse than I am. You’re deranged.”
“It’s royal,” I say defensively. “Purple’s a great color.”
“Come here.” He chases after me. I’m laughing hard, too hard to put up much of a fight, and he catches me by the ankle as I try to get away over the bed.
“You can’t really spank me!” I protest as he drags me over. I squirm, trying to get away, but his grip’s like iron and his face is twisted into a mask of determination.
“Damn right I can.”
“Liam!” He unbuttons my pants and starts to peel them down. “I thought that was a figure of speech. You’re not really spanking me!”
He grunts in response, ignoring my protests. No matter how hard I twist or thrash, he keeps me pinned in his lap, my ass up, my pants down around my thighs. When he peels my panties off, my bare skin’s available for him, and I feel heat growing between my legs.
This is without a doubt the most exposed I’ve ever been.
And the most turned-on I’ve ever felt in my life.
“What in the freaking hell—” I start to say.
Until his palm silences me with a loud crack.
He whacks my ass so hard the sting’s like a lightning strike. I gasp, back arching in pure shock, but it quickly passes. I lay there panting, surprised by how much that hurt, but truly shocked by the sudden and intense desire growing between my legs.
I’m wet, and in about ten seconds, he’s going to feel it.
“I don’t joke about punishments,” he says slowly, enunciating each word. “I most certainly do not joke about spankings.”
“I see that,” I say, breathing hard as a sheen of sweat breaks out down my spine. “You did it. You spanked me. Time to let me go.”
“You’re far from finished, my sweet princess. You want to tease me? You want to make our room purple? All right, then I will spank your ass until it matches the sheets.”
“Liam—” But he spanks me again before I can protest. Another two hard whacks right on my bare ass, and this time, he gently massages my cheeks, blending the sharp pain with a little bit of soothing pleasure. “Oh, fuck,” I say, groaning despite myself. I don’t want to give him the satisfaction of making me actually enjoy this, except I can’t control myself, not with his strong hands holding me down.