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“Oh, I’ll be talking to the bitch alright.”

“Goodnight.”

“Night.” I end the call.

Time to go check on my girl.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

IMMIE

I sit on the edge of the bed, staring at the door, and when it finally opens, the air is sucked from my lungs. He stands there like a god, his chiseled abs on full display, his joggers resting on his hips, and I want nothing more than to rush into his strong arms, for him to encompass me in his hold. Instead, I remain transfixed on the blade in his grip; it’s clean, but the blood staining his hands tells me what he’s done. He’s protected me. Excitement rips up my spine, and I slowly trail my gaze up to his handsome face. His jaw is locked tight, his hazel eyes have darkened, and his focus rests solely on me, making me squirm. A smile plays on my lips, and I try my best to conceal it, ducking my head to avoid his stare.

“Little Nightmare?” His tone is gruff, commanding, and I snap my gaze up to meet his.

In just two short strides, he’s in front of me, barefoot and holding his hand out for mine. As if on automation, my hand slips into his. The sheer size of his appendage dwarfs mine, and I bask in it. His thumb strokes the top of my hand as he tugs me to my feet, and before I know what’s happening, he’s spun me around, taken my place on the edge of the bed, and bent me over his lap.

“Jensen?”

He uses the tip of the knife to slice through my sleep shorts, and when the fabric falls to the floor, I almost combust. What the hell is happening?

Slap.

My ass stings, and my mouth falls open.

“You didn’t tell me that Amanda has been having men come to the house.”

Slap.

The words won’t come out to explain. Not when the sting of his hand takes over my ability to construct any thoughts at all. I mewl in delight.

Slap.

Oh god, I’m broken. Why the hell do I like him punishing me so much?

Slap.

My ass burns, but his touch is electric, sending shockwaves of arousal straight to my core.