Page 8 of Scarred Temptation

“Well, believe it. Hell hath no fury.”

I cocked my head, still in disbelief. “That’s with a woman being scorned.”

“What would you call choosing a phone call over me?”

“How do you know it wasn’t an emergency?”

“Oh, please,” she said, flipping her hair. “You forget how well I know you. When there’s a crisis of any type, your entire face scrunches up as if you’re constipated. You just can’t let go of work so I took matters into my very capable hands.”

She offered a curt nod and started back to the villa.

In my world, men who defied me in such an egregious way would be punished. Hmmm… I scrubbed my jaw and made a quick decision. In two steps, I had her in my arms and over my shoulder.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Her exclamation was followed by pummeling her small fists against my back. She was a tough girl. No one could say otherwise, but I also knew the softer side of her. I’d seen it several times.

Plus, she did belong to me, and I had the right to remind her of that from time to time.

“You destroyed a perfectly good and highly expensive phone. That deserves punishment.”

“You will not!”

I put her down and as soon as I did, she tried to escape, almost managing to do so, but I caught the sash on her robe. With a tug, I not only untied the silk, but also managed to pull the robe from her shoulders. Sweet gravity took it to the tile floor. I wasn’t finished, grabbing her around the waist.

After I lifted her by several inches, she kicked out and tried to punch me, failing but I adored watching her try. When I pitched her over the edge of the counter, she flailed her arms just as I’d anticipated, almost managing to knock the cup of coffee I’d left.

“Careful, my angel. Don’t break anything.” I was laughing as I made the comment, trying to decide what implement to use for her spanking.

“I’ll break what I want to. Let me go, Maxsim, or so help me.”

I opened a couple of drawers before inspiration hit me. I could use a wooden spoon, but that seemed quite boring to me. The spatula on the other hand would create the perfect sound when smacking her luscious bottom.

“Oh, yeah? What are you going to do?” I twirled it in my hand, enjoying every moment of watching her squirm.

She jammed her palms on the counter, managing to push up from the surface, even able to smash her foot into my leg. “You know what I’m capable of.”

Her feistiness was one of the reasons I’d been drawn to her in the first place, even if she’d wanted nothing to do with me. The initial sparring had only fueled something much deeper.

I pressed my hand against the small of her back, forcing her down while leaning over her. “I’ve already told you. I would love to see you try. Just remember if you fail, there will be significant consequences.” When I presented my kitchen find, her lips twisted in both frustration and a hint of concern.

Good.

She should be anxious.

With two brutal smacks moving from one side to the other, I offered a taste of what she could expect.

“What were you saying?” I asked. Around her it was impossible to keep from grinning in both anticipation of her upcoming actions and from the hunger furrowing in my system. Fucking her afterwards would be a sheer pleasure.

If not a requirement to keep my mind from going insane.

“You are reprehensible.”

“I love it when you call me names, angel.” I brought the metal spatula down a few more times, being completely methodical in my technique.

She moaned and continued wiggling, almost managing to slide off until I pressed more of my weight against her back. Now not only did I have free rein to her naked body, but was able to glimpse a delicious view of her slickened pussy lips.

They were still swollen from the night before, wet because she’d never minded the discipline I’d given. My woman adored pain with her acts of pleasure.

Three more smacks and I was rewarded by a warm blush popping up on her buttocks.