But I don’t regret it. Not a second of it.
Because Ty deserves more than he’s been given. And I won’t let that keep happening to him. Not when I love him so fucking much.
“Ty,” I say, but I don’t really know what I’m going to say because he looks angry.At me. I know most people would apologize, but I’m not sorry. “Did you hear that?”
“Yeah, Roxie, I heard it.”Roxie. I wince internally because he used my name. Not baby, notcariño, not sweetheart or something soft, no. He used Roxie.
“Are you mad?”
He doesn’t respond, he just grabs my hand and yanks me towards the exit.
“Ty?” I ask again, pushing people out of the way as he pulls me harshly through the crowd.
People give me–him–dirty looks and some start to cuss me out, but I throw up my middle finger at them.
Ty doesn’t answer me.
Just pulls me harder against him.
“Ty?” I try to pull my hand from his, try to get him to stop, but he doesn’t. In fact, the asshole tightens his grip on my hand and I stumble into him.
“We will talk in the car,” he snarls hotly as we start ascending the rickety staircase.
Fuck. I didn’t…I swallow the fear that’s crawling up my spine and follow behind him as quickly as I can.How badly did I screw this up?
I follow him in silence, the fear quickly turning into indignation.
How dare he get mad atme?The fucker’s pulling me around like he owns me when all I did was defend him. No, fuck that.
Ty pushes me in front of him as we enter the dark hallway, keeping two hands on my hips and pushing me faster.
“Quickly, Roxie.”
“I’ll go as fast as I fucking like, dick.”
I hear a growl in the darkness. “Don’t push your luck.”
“You’re being–” I start to say, but he spanks me.He spanks me. “You did not just do that.”
“I did, so you better get a move on before I do what I really want to do for everyone to see.” A shiver runs through me as I hurry faster.
I know, without a shadow of a doubt, that Ty would never hurt me.
He’s had the opportunity to, and he’s never laid a hand on me that I didn’t like.
Spanking included.
He might be mad at me, but Iknowdeep in my bones that he’d never touch me in anger.
Wait.
I stall, because that…that means that the spanking…
His grip on my hips tightens slightly and I feel it. The energy pulsing between us. It’s not anger he’s feeling.
He’s turned on.
Ty pushes the door open roughly, and we’re thrust into the open night air. My feet catch on the uneven terrain, but I don’t fall because Ty’s got such a hold on me.
