Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 102184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 511(@200wpm)___ 409(@250wpm)___ 341(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 511(@200wpm)___ 409(@250wpm)___ 341(@300wpm)
What’s his deal?
What about him kicking me out of his car? Can I punish him for that?
I think so.
“You wouldn’t dare spank me here,” I say.
He glances around at the empty club. “Wouldn’t I?”
I check the door, hoping Jeremy will walk through it. He left almost five minutes ago to walk Raven to her car, but they could be out there talking, or quite possibly enjoying a smoke together.
“I told Jeremy to go home after he walks Raven to her car,” Devereaux says, reading my thoughts. “It’s only me and you, Swan. Shall we get on with your punishment? Or do you need to phone a friend for advice on how to be a good girl?”
I step closer, jutting out my chin. “I think you’re the one who needs to be punished.” I push my red-tipped nail into his hard chest.
He laughs at my words, and I love the rich sound of it. Devereaux doesn’t laugh much, so serious and studious all the time.
“You’re funny, Swan.”
Heat rushes up my neck. “I’m serious.”
“I know you are.” His eyes blaze into mine. “Now, hold on to the bar and scoot your ass back.”
“You can’t spank me. I did nothing wrong. And even if I did, my ass isn’t yours to spank.”
A muscle twitches in his jaw. With two long strides, he has me pinned against the bar. “Oh, it’s every bit mine.” His breath tickles my lips as he speaks. “Never doubt that.”
I feel like I’m trapped in a dangerous game of cat and mouse. Except the cat is a lion, who will win at all costs. But who says he gets to be the lion? Devereaux reacts to me most when the real me slips out, so I shed the feathers of Swan and free Chloe.
“Keep thinking that,” I sass. “You kicked me out of your car.”
He brushes a strand of hair out of my face. “Do you know why I kicked you out?”
I blink. “Because you’re an asshole?”
“No, it’s because I couldn’t stop picturing you touching yourself for me. Ah, fuck. Being my greedy girl. It made me painfully hard.” He steps back, putting space between us. “I know I can’t touch you because you’re a taken woman, but I can spank you for turning me on to the point I had to go home and jerk off twice.”
I should tell him that spanking me counts as touching, but the thought of being bent over for Devereaux excites me and scares me, all at the same time.
“I’ll only take your punishment if you tell me one thing.”
His eyes are drunk to spank me. “Anything. What do you want to know?”
“Tell me a secret about yourself. Something no one knows.”
He tilts his head. “A secret?”
I nod. “Anything.” I just want to know him. To have one little aspect of him that no one else knows.
I want to be special.
He ponders my request so long I think the answer will be no. “Spanking first.”
There’s a chance he’s tricking me and won’t give me what I asked for, but I grip the edge of the bar and perk my ass up in the air.
Excitement bubbles through me, the anticipation making me ache deep in my core. I’m not sure what to expect, but I know it’ll be worth it if I get some vital information.
He steps closer, and I feel the heat of him, but he doesn’t make a move.
I wait with bated breath for him to touch me. To spank me.
My heart slams against my ribcage so loudly he can probably hear it battering my chest.
I glance over my shoulder, and he appears lost in thought. “What are you doing?”
His eyes snap up to mine. “Thinking.”
“About?”
“About how my hand is tingling with the need to spank you.”
“Well, do it.”
That encouragement is all he needs to lift my dress over my ass, positioning it on my hips. “You have a perfectly round, tight ass.” He leans closer to my ear, and his hardness presses against my backside. “Your boyfriend is a lucky man.” Cool air hits my exposed skin when he eases away and rests his palm on my right cheek, rubbing it in small circles. “I bet he has no clue how to handle this ass properly.”
“And you do?”
“Spread your legs.”
I do as he says, and instantly, he brings his hand down—hard—on my ass.
The slap jolts me, and my body comes alive. Wetness pools between my thighs. The sting burns until he rubs his palm over the tender flesh.
“Of course, I know how to handle it.” He continues rubbing my tender flesh. “You took that so good. So perfect. My good girl.”
I stick my ass out, leaning into his hand, wanting more of his praise. “Please,” I beg, not sure what I’m begging for at this point. I just want the attention he’s giving me. He’s focused solely on me, and I’m thriving off it. Like I can’t breathe without it.