“Deadly.” Then, he just watched her.
She swallowed. “I’ll fight you.”
He lifted one shoulder, apparently not concerned.
She tried to find the right words, but then she found her hand clenching into a fist again. Yet she knew from experience that Seth did not bluff. “You’ve got to be kidding me.” Her mind reeled as she tried to find a way out, even though her thighs were trembling, and it wasn’t from fear. How could this be turning her on?
“Mia, take off your clothes,” he repeated, looking every inch the alpha of one of the most dangerous animals on the planet. “If I have to ask again, you’re not gonna like the results.”
He wanted her clothes off? Fine. She ripped her sweater off and threw it at his face, kicked off her boots, and made sure to nail him in the ankle at the same time. He’d said not to hit him, and kicking didn’t count. Then she shimmied out of her jeans.
“Bra and panties, too.”
He was going to make her orgasm just from his velvety soft voice. How did he do that? “Fine.” She glared and ripped off the bra before yanking her panties down and angling to throw them across the room.
He snagged them from her hand and ran his thumb across the material. “You’re wet, baby. I think you like this.”
She couldn’t help the growl that rumbled from her chest. It was not nearly as animalistic or realistic as his, yet it caused amusement to crease his cheek for the briefest moment. She needed to see that. She knew his expressions and his body, and there was both arousal and determination in his eyes and along the hard cut of his jaw. The tenting in his jeans showed he was as aroused as she was.
There was a sense of iron-clad control rolling off him that was both intriguing and irritating.
She snapped her head up and met his gaze.
His lips tugged, and he watched her closer than anybody ever had. As if he could see right inside her to everything she wanted to hide. “Why are you being punished, Mia?”
Her temper nearly blew her head off her shoulders. “Forget you, Volk.”
He tsked. “Wrong choice. Now you have to tell me facedown.” In one smooth movement, he ducked around her, sat on the sofa, and tossed her neatly over his knees.
She landed and yelped, already struggling. The first slap came down hard, dead center of her ass. She jerked and threw back her head. “Why, you jacka—” Smack.
She jerked again. He spanked her more in rapid succession, sending searing pain both up and down her body and straight to her core, along with a fiery need. She would go to her death before admitting this was as arousing as it was punishing.
He wasn’t remotely gentle as he spanked her, continuing through her struggles until she finally gave up fighting him. Tears filled her eyes and slid down her face to the floor. Even then, he didn’t stop.
Just when she thought she might scream, he paused, his big hand rubbing her abused flesh. “Mia, why are you being punished?”
Naked and vulnerable, her tear-filled eyes widened as she looked down. “Screw you.” The words burst out of her, and she gasped, wanting to take them back, but it was too late.
He smacked her hard. She counted three times and then lost count as the pain flashed into a pleasure she’d never understand. A devastating heat flowed through her. Was she rising to meet his slaps? Her clit was so enlarged, she tried to rub against his hard thighs, but he had her positioned so she couldn’t get any friction.
Probably on purpose.
She felt like she’d explode in an orgasm with one touch. She’d never been this needy, yet a part of her just couldn’t submit.
Finally, he paused and rubbed a hand up and down her back as she cried. “Mia, why are you being punished?” he asked calmly. Again.
She sucked in a breath. She didn’t know when or how, but she probably would kill him for this. “Be-because I left town without your stupid permission.”
Another hard smack dead center of her ass had her howling.
“Try again, baby,” he suggested calmly. “I’m not even remotely tired.”
The words poured out of her before her pride could catch them. “Because I left town without telling you, and it wasn’t safe.”
He gently rubbed her abused butt. “Good girl. What do you need to be at all times, Mia?”
“Safe,” she said, closing her eyes.
