“You do that again and we’ll move onto the belt.” He proceeded to smack her several times.
“What?” Groaning, she slapped her hands against the floor, taking several deep breaths as the pain turned into blinding anguish. The man knew what he was doing. Every concept of shame and humiliation thwarted her senses even as a fire ignited deep within her. She could tell he was aroused, his throbbing cock pressing against her belly and she was hot and wet, terrified of her reactions to him. This wasn’t right. How could she be turned on when he was giving her a fierce spanking?
He rubbed her bottom, taking his time caressing in such a gentle manner. “You’re doing very well, which surprises the hell out of me.”
“You’re still an asshole!”
Her retort brought another very harsh wave of solid smacks, the thudding sound mixing with her wails, no matter how hard she tried to keep them from exiting her mouth. She was shaking, her mind in the gutter, envisioning his cock sliding in and out of her pussy.
Even her ass.
No. No! She couldn’t think this way. This was crazy. Already exhausted, she hung her head, unable to fight any longer.
Yet the round of punishment continued, the brush hitting her upper thighs and buttocks over and over again. The man was on a mission, determined to provide his own brand of justice. She’d never been this turned on, her nipples aching, longing for him to pluck and twist. Mortified at her thoughts, she tried to think of anything else.
Violent crimes.
Drug rings.
Anything.
Nothing worked. All she could think about was his twinkling eyes and the way his cock continued to swell. When she heard him drop the brush, she almost lurched off his lap, but he was determined to have control.
Over her discipline.
And over her body.
Fisting her hair, he yanked her into his lap, his breathing ragged. “Now, I take exactly everything that I want.”
“And what’s that, lover boy?”
“You. Every. Single. Inch.”
CHAPTER 2
Iam an assassin. I was born into the profession. There was no choice given, no question of what I preferred to do when I was growing up. I am royalty. I am privileged. And I am my father’s son, expected to follow in his path as well as that of others, dominant men ruling the world with an iron fist. The consortium holds the most powerful countries in the palm of their hand, their plan to eradicate respected leaders and those who stand in their way on track. I am merely one son, one heir to a throne consumed by evil, an indentured servant to the Dark Haven. I am also the darkness, a hunted man. What no one knows is that I am lost, a weakness I can’t afford.
One day, I will find her. The one who will pull me into the light.
One day…
The words had haunted him for years, leaving the kind of sadness that could be career-ending. But not on this night.
Wrath had never felt so exhilarated in his life, although the fact he’d not only interfered with what had to be a shakedown butdecided to take matters into his own hands could place his life in danger. He had an assignment to finish and instead, he had a naked girl on his lap, her provocative and stunning body more powerful to him than the five hundred thousand dollar prize he was expecting. As he wound his fingers around her silky strands of hair, leaning dangerously close to her voluptuous mouth, he counted all the reasons this was ridiculous.
The mark could get away.
His cover could be blown.
He could be arrested and spend the rest of his miserable life languishing in prison.
Or worse.
He could be eliminated by one of the eight men who comprised the Dark Haven for simple betrayal.
Right now, he didn’t care about any of them. He wanted her. He was determined to dominate her.
Ashley took several deep breaths, her eyes darting back and forth across his.
