9

I lunged forward, snatching her by the arm, twirling her around so she was forced against my chest. “No so fast,cherie. You deserve the punishment.”

“You’re crazy,” she hissed, yet the sparkle in her emerald eyes remained.

My cock remained hard from the longing to tame the wild child, requiring her full submission. I could only imagine the kind of passionate lover she would be, and I made it my mission to have her scream out my name.

When she dared to lift her arm again, as if she believed I’d allow her to smack me, I drove her against the wall, easily maneuvEricag both her arms over her head. Her heated gaze stayed glued to me but the sly smirk on her face allowed me to know what she had planned.

The moment she tried to drive her knee into my groin, I crushed the full weight of my body against hers, pinning her against the wall. Both of us gasping for air, I lowered my head until our lips were almost touching. “That wasn’t very nice of you,cherie.”

“I never said I was a nice girl.” She jutted her chin forward as if daring me to kiss her.

“Mmm… I guess you did not. But you will not do that again.”

“Watch me.”

“Then your punishment will be something you won’t soon forget.” I kept my voice low and stern, unable to resist the lushness of her full lips. I crushed our mouths together, immediately driving my tongue deep inside.

She struggled at first, her body wiggling against mine, not realizing that all she was doing was fueling and feeding the monster underneath my freshly pressed suit.

The taste of her was even more powerfully effervescent than before, hints of the briny olives I’d watched her consume mixed with the pure rich taste of good vodka. I could easily become intoxicated from the intimate moment of passion alone.

But I chose not to, my hunger for her far too significant.

I swept my tongue back and forth, capturing every moan, deep-throating her as she continued to try to loosen my hold.

The kiss was a powerful draw, but with every passing second, my libido continued to increase tenfold. I was in far too much need to continue playing this game. When I broke the kiss, I bit down on her lower lip until she cried out, finally releasing my hold.

She attempted to use that to her advantage, issuing a dark purr, but I was no fool. As soon as I took a step away, she grabbed my arm, able to twist it in a martial arts move. The woman had no way of knowing I’d anticipated her moves, able to break free with ease, the force I used tossing her backward.

The slight sound of shock was following by the vixen narrowing her eyes. “Bastard.”

“You just earned yourself a spanking with my belt.” Using one hand, I unbuckled my belt, and she watched in a mixture of fascination and horror as I jerked it free from my beltloops in one brutal tug.

“Hell, no.”

“Think again, baby girl.”

She continued the useless fight, jumping onto the bed from the other side, taking three long steps then jumping to the floor, racing into the bathroom and slamming the door.

All I could do was grin.

The woman was exactly what I’d needed for the night and nothing I should indulge in. After all, being with her was a sin, but I’d never considered myself a good boy under any circumstances. I should do the right thing and leave before our actions got out of hand.

But when had I ever done the right thing?

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Selena

“Oh, my God.”

What in the hell had just happened?

After locking the bathroom door and flipping on the light, I stumbled backward, almost ripping the shower curtain down and falling on my butt. Great. I’d just experienced the most passionate moment of my life and I was about to make a fool of myself.

I took a deep breath, staring at the door as if he was going to huff and puff and blow it down.

Or maybe I wanted him to.

After all, he did remind me of the big, bad wolf. Only one with sensual… everything.

I laughed softly, pressing my hand across my lips. Dear God, the brutal man could kiss. He’d made me tingle more than I’d everexperienced in my life. But this was crazy. Did he really think I’d allow him to spank me like a bad child?

Not a chance in hell.

He might be the sexiest thing next to peanut butter and chocolate, but that gave him no right.

Why are you tingling all over? Huh?

“Shut up, little voice.” But she was right. I was so excited my pussy continued to clench and release, the scent of my desire filling the small space, leaving me lightheaded.

There was so much explosive heat between us that I was thrilled to my core, yet uncertain of what the hell I was doing. With my breathing finally in check, I took cautious steps toward the door, pressing my ear against it. Hearing nothing, I became perplexed. Had he walked out in disgust?

No, he was playing a game with me. Men like him never lost in any competition, especially to a woman. It was far too quiet in the room, which continued to fray my nerves. I pulled away from the door, chewing on my inner cheek. What was I supposed to do now? I couldn’t stay locked in the bathroom forever. Eventually I’d need sleep then food. Plus, I’d need to check out of the hotel at some point. Oh, come on. Why was my brain reacting this way? I wasn’t his captive, just a woman in the throes of lust.

Exhaling, I rolled my eyes. What the hell was wrong with me? Of course, I’d eventually leave. I backed against the counter, glancing over my shoulder at my reflection. Was it possible my skin was glowing, my hair shimmEricag because I’d had the best orgasm of my life? Maybe.

Was I capable of admitting to Jenny that her idea had been spot on?

Not a chance in hell.

I expected to hear my mysterious hunk knocking at any second. There was nothing but silence for a minute, then five. Hell, maybe ten, I grew exasperated, ready to throw open the door.

As I shifted from foot to foot, I was certain I heard something. Or maybe I was being hopeful that I did. A part of me wanted to scream for him to come and get me if he dared, but somehow I had a feeling he’d do just that.

The explosive sound as he splintered the frame, breaking the lock forced a sharp gasp. But seeing him completely naked in all his delicious glory drove me into another round of shock. Oh. My. God. He was built for sin on a bad day, every muscle perfectly chiseled. I was so taken aback by his insanely gorgeousness that it took me a few seconds to register what he’d done.

That answered that question.

He glared at me, his chest heaving, the lurid look on his face more heated than before. If that was possible.

“You are a bad girl,” he huffed. “And all bad girls need to be tamed.”

“I…” What the hell was I supposed to say? Tamed? Not a chance. And why were my words stuck in my throat?

I allowed my gaze to fall to the deep V from his six-pack abs down to the thick bulge between his legs. Seeing his huge cock up close and personal, the shaft a thing of beauty, made mymouth water. I was suddenly cognizant I’d let out a whimper of appreciation, which allowed the brutal man to smile.

“See something you like,cherie?”

Goddamn the man and his soothing, sexy accent.

“Not at all.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“I am not in the habit of lying. Get out,” I barked, although there was no conviction in my voice.

“That’s not going to happen. You invited me in.” His nostrils flared as he gazed down the length of me, the lust in his eyes igniting more than a single flame deep inside.

His comment was only true by a technicality. Although I had begged him to fuck me, which wasn’t my finest hour. I pointed at him. “I revoke my invitation.”

“That’s not going to happen,cherie. As you already pointed out, Iamthe kind of man who gets every single thing I want. And I happen to want you. Every morsel. Every inch. Every brutal moment of fucking you.”

Oh, dear God. Every word out of his mouth kept me stunned, so aroused that my entire body ached from the insane desiring coursing through it. He was also so mesmerizing that I couldn’t react fast enough as he jerked me around the face the mirror, pressing me down with his hand.

“First, you get that spanking I promised you.” His eyes twinkled as if he was enjoying my discomfort.

And I still couldn’t break out of the haze I was in.

I was still in a crazy state of shock as he brought the belt down three times in rapid succession. What the fuck did the man think he was doing? My mouth opened but no sound came out, something that never happened. “I think I hate you.” Really? That was the only thing I could think of saying?

“What is it they say,cherie? There’s a fine line between love and hatred. But hate sex is the best.”

Only when he brought the belt down three more times did the pain finally register, the fire in my system becoming a torment, jab after jab of white-hot current.

And not the good kind.

“Fuck. That is… Don’t do that!”

My squeal was met with a salacious smile, his entire body oozing of sex appeal and dominance. I should hate every aspect of what he was doing, but for some insane reason, my reaction was exactly the opposite, my mind spinning while my body hungered for more.

Oh, no. I wasn’t the kind of woman who accepted this kind of behavior. I’d never had any man attempt to do this to me. Even Matt the fuckhead would have known better, realizing I’d break his neck for a single attempt or at minimum drive a knife into the back of his hand.

My savior brought the thick strap down against my upper thighs and I almost howled like some animal. Planting my hands on the mirror, I used it to push hard against him, almost breaking free.

The man crowded my space, cocking his head and issuing a tsking sound. “Try that again and we’ll start all over.”

Jesus. My mystery guest was having far too much fun with my discomfort, his eyes glistening as if on fire.

“Now, be a good girl and plant those lovely hands of yours against the mirror again and open your long legs wider. Much wider.” He waited, lifting a single eyebrow as he fully anticipated I’d follow his harsh command.

When I did involuntarily, another trickle of lust and shock tore through me.

“Very good girl.”