Page 59 of King of Temptation

After one such round, he let his fingers dip between her thighs to where she burned for him, his deep chuckle vibrating through her entire body. “So wet for Daddy. My good girl likes having her bottom spanked. Don’t you, menace?”

There seemed little point in lying when he was knuckle-deep in the evidence of her arousal. So she didn’t even try, instead pushing her hips back, seeking even one ounce of relief from the ache he’d been building within her.

Two sharp swats, harder and more painful than any he’d given her so far, landed on each cheek. “Daddy asked you a question, little girl. Do you like having your pretty bottom spanked?”

“Yes, Daddy! Please… I need…” Words had never failed her before, but now they did, abandoning her as she lifted her hips again in a silent, desperate plea that earned her another wicked laugh.

“Don’t worry, baby. Daddy knows exactly what you need.”

Brody

* * *

She was going to be the death of him.

It would be a good death, one that would certainly send him to the afterlife with a smile on his face. But he wasn’t quite ready to die just yet, so he forced himself to pull his fingers free of her soaked pussy to resume her not-a-punishment. His menace let out a soft whine, the sound so desperate and needy he had to bite back a groan of his own.

When he spanked her again, he put a bit more force behind it, reveling in the sting of his palm connecting with her bare skin. Her bottom wobbled beautifully with every swat and this time he let himself enjoy the sight. Let himself drink it in as the color in her ass darkened to a beautiful rose.

And all the while, she kept making those noises he loved so much. Whimpers and whines and even the occasional yelp when he caught a particularly sensitive spot. By the time he stopped to run his hand over her warmed skin again, he was hard as a fucking rock, more than ready to bury himself inside her.

But this wasn’t about him. This was about giving her the release she needed from the guilt he’d practically been able to see weighing her down this morning.

So he ignored his own needs for the time being, and focused on hers. Once more, he slid his hand between her thighs, smiling as she lifted her hips, her body instinctively seeking him out.

“You have no idea how fucking beautiful you look right now.” As he spoke, he slipped two fingers inside her, stretching her just enough to draw a shocked little gasp from her lips. “My pretty little menace. You drive me fucking crazy, you know that?”

Goldie turned her head, a smile curving her lips. “I can’t tell if that’s a compliment or not.”

“It’s just the truth.” Plunging his fingers deeper, he stroked that spot inside her designed to drive her wild, and his girl’s eyes fluttered closed as she moaned. “Like right now. Watching how you respond to me. It makes me want to bend you over this couch and fuck you until you can’t walk straight.”

“Then why—oh!—why don’t you?”

“Because you’re not quite where I need you to be yet.”

Her eyes flew open again when he pulled his hand free and spanked her, harder than he had up until then, hard enough for him to feel the ache in his own palm. “Ow! Brody! You said this wasn’t a punishment!”

“It’s not.” Chuckling at the sulky look she sent him over her shoulder, he swatted her again. “Naughty girls definitely do not get their pussies played with during a punishment.”

Another series of whines slipped from her as he spanked, this time not stopping until every inch of her bottom and upper thighs was a deep, angry pink and her lashes were wet with tears. Letting his hand rest on the curve of her ass, he gently stroked her skin, easing the sting.

“Look at me, baby.”

Sniffling, she forced her eyelids open to meet his gaze, her eyes glazed with tears and slightly dazed-looking.

Perfect.

“Are you listening to me, Goldie?”

Wordlessly, she nodded, blinking owlishly up at him.

“Good girl. Last night wasn’t your fault. Richard Williams is a dangerous man, and he was going to pull something like that whether you were in the picture or not. It could have been Aria, it could have been one of our younger cousins getting dragged into that warehouse.” His heart constricted painfully in his chest at the memory of their lost Sean, but he pushed his own feelings aside to focus on her. “If anything, what happened last night is my fault. And for that, I’m sorry.”

Brows crinkling, she frowned and shook her head. “It wasn’t your fault. You were in jail.”

“Nothing so dramatic, menace,” he said with a low laugh before sobering again. “But yeah, it’s my fault. I should have realized the other… parties involved in our war would be watching me as closely as we’ve been watching them. I should have protected you and I didn’t.”

“No. Brody, no.” Scrambling up from his lap, she straddled his thighs, tears streaming down her cheeks as she cupped his face in her soft hands. “You warned me. So many times. And I didn’t listen. Please don’t blame yourself.”