Page 36 of King of Temptation

Her eyes narrowed dangerously. “I’m serious. I’m a slow starter, but I’m fast as fuck when I hit my stride.”

“Sure you are, menace.”

“God, you’re an asshole.”

“I am.” Back at her car, he juggled her in his arms so he could open the door without putting her down, and this time he didn’t release her until he slid her onto the seat. “Stay right there. If I have to chase you again, I will bend you over the hood of this car and spank your ass right here in the parking lot. Got it?”

Her shocked gasp was cut off by the slamming of the car door. It was fifty-fifty as far as he figured, on whether she’d obey or not.

He almost hoped she wouldn’t listen.

Luckily for her, she erred on the side of caution, and she was still in her seat when he climbed into the car. Arms crossed over her chest, she was glaring out the side window with such intensity he was somewhat surprised the glass didn’t simply melt.

“Seatbelt.”

In the reflection of the window, he watched her roll her eyes. Little brat. “It’s like five minutes to my apartment from here.”

“Do you have to argue about everything?”

“I do when I’m trapped in a car with a man who doesn’t seem to understand concepts like consent and boundaries.”

Leaning over, he grabbed the seatbelt himself and yanked it across her torso. “I understand them perfectly fine. I just don’t fucking care when it comes to you.”

With the belt buckled in place, he settled back in the driver’s seat and fixed his own belt before he hit the button to start the car. As he backed out of the parking space, he could feel the weight of her stare on him. Watching him, studying.

“Something on your mind, menace?”

“Just wondering how the fuck I ended up here.”

Cocking a brow, he glanced over at her sulky form. “Because you clearly don’t listen.”

“Of course it’s all my fault.”

“Tell you what,” he said as he pulled out onto the road. “You can have until we get to our destination to make your case for why this isn’t your fault. If I agree, I won’t punish you. Deal?”

It wasn’t a lie, even if he had no intention of changing his mind. What he had planned was more of a nuclear bomb than a punishment. But he needed to keep her talking so she hopefully wouldn’t notice where they were going until it was too late.

Sitting up straighter, she jerked her chin up in that bratty way she had that made him want to spank her, kiss her, or fuck her. Maybe all three, and not necessarily in that order.

“Deal.”

Guiding the car toward his destination, he gave her a single sharp nod.

“All right, menace. Convince me.”

Chapter 13

Goldie

There was something very, very wrong with her.

Because a normal person, when being threatened with having their ass spanked by a mobster, would run screaming the other direction. They would not be sitting in the passenger seat of their own rental car, pressing their thighs together in the hopes of easing the unbearable ache in their pussy.

Yeah. There was definitely something very wrong with her.

But as turned on as she was, the spanking she’d gotten the other day had been enough to teach her that reality was much more painful than fantasy, and he’d made it clear that this spanking was going to be even worse. She needed to find a way, somehow, to convince him that at least some of what had happened tonight was his fault so that he wouldn’t follow through on his promise to punish her.

And she was fast running out of time. He was already turning onto her street.