His guttural growl permeated the room, his anger resonating in the explosive heat that crawled up my legs, sending a shimmer of fear even as electricity threatened to consume me.
“Make no mistake, Josette. You belong to me. My property. My possession.”
Every sound he made created vibrations, my ears ringing.
“Never. That’s never going to happen.” I managed to crawl to the other side of the bed far too easily. He was goading me. I knew the moment he snatched my ankle, yanking me back with ease.
“While I will honor my promise to protect you, you will obey my rules or there will be consequences to pay.” Every syllable out of his mouth, every word indicated utter possession. Who the hell did he think he was?
“You can’t break me.”
“For such a beautiful woman, you have a nasty mouth. You’ll soon learn that disobedience requires swift punishment. That begins right now.”
I was completely exposed to the bastard. Tears formed in my eyes, but another scent captured my senses. I was wet. Jesus Christ. What was wrong with my body? I was so wet that I could feel juice trickling down the insides of both thighs. There was no doubt he could sense my arousal. The scent was already floating between us.
“I hate you, you bastard.” Even my insistence held no real conviction.
“I find it curious that for a woman who hates me, you seem to be excited about the hard spanking I’m going to give you.”
Not a chance in hell. I fought him one last time, but I was exhausted, the adrenaline rush all but gone. My mind was once again a muddled haze, still trying to figure out why and how he believed I would dare try to help with having him killed.
I was shocked when he brought his hand down, the hard smack across my bottom jarring. Stunned, tears of frustration and fury formed in my eyes.
“Stop!”
“Not until you’ve learned a very important lesson.”
Sinclair smacked my bottom several times in rapid succession, the cracking sound one I would never forget. Nothing like this had ever happened to me before. Not a single soul in my world had attempted to discipline me in such an egregious, horrible manner.
My thoughts drifted to the spanking in the kitchen and the fact I’d loved every second of it. He was playing me against myself. The bastard.
I would find a way to fight him.
To have him arrested.
I didn’t care what I had to do.
“You’re a fucking asshole,” I half whispered, the pain jarring, but the electric sensations in my pussy increasing, yanking at my very core. The utter betrayal wasn’t shocking, just a stark reminder that our connection had been completely electric. Even now, the current was running strong, the hunger for the man outweighing the hatred of him.
What kind of person did that make me?
Maybe crazy.
“You fucking asshole!” I screamed out the words, hoping there was someone, anyone in the house who would come to my rescue.
Still, I fought, ripping at the sheets and doing what I could to kick him in the stomach.
He pressed down on my back, holding me still. “You just earned yourself twenty more. And until you learn to treat me with respect, you will be silenced. Open your mouth.”
I jerked my head to the side as he leaned forward, my wet panties in his hand. I purposely clamped my mouth shut, but the even more savage smack on my already aching bottom forced me to comply.
Sinclair shoved the panties into my mouth, growling after doing so. The wet, musky scent filled my senses, arousing me further. I wanted to scream hatred against my own body for its betrayal, but every muffled sound I made was nothing but a reminder that I had no recourse.
“You obviously have no understanding of discipline, Josette. While that surprises me, I’m the man who will help you understand.” He took several deep breaths, waiting as if wanting me to feel anxious.
His voice was almost calming, so dark and sultry, the smooth velvet of his tone sending a wave of shivers straight through me.
As the spanking continued, I was pitched into a surreal world, no longer able to feel my arms or legs. He was brutal in his actions, his hand covering every inch of my bottom, the heat blistering, the pain smoldering to the point I could no longer see straight.
