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I grasp the comforter in both my hands, and I cringe.My head is buried in a pillow, but still I’m able to speak.

“No.Not enough.”I squeeze my eyes shut.

Slap! Slap! Slap!

“Now, princess?”

No.I will not let him win this round.“No,” I eke out.

Another slap, and then another.

“Your ass is beautiful, princess.Red as a fucking beet.I can do this all day.My hand will never get tired of meeting your soft flesh.”

“Not.Enough.”I say through clenched teeth.

He comes down on my ass once more.

And then another for good measure.

Until finally—

“Damn it, princess.Your stubbornness will be the end of you.”He moves off the bed, and the mattress shifts.

A moment later, something warm covers the cheeks of my ass.

He’s taking care of me.Taking care of the wound he inflicted with a warm washcloth.

“Why, princess?Why did you let me do that to you?”

Why indeed?He’s right about my stubbornness.The idea of him spanking me turned me on, so I gave him what was necessary to achieve it.In truth?I don’t want this to end.I feel things for Rogan I’ve never considered myself capable of feeling.

Is it love?

Not that I’d know.But I always considered love to be a soft and gentle thing.This thing with Rogan?It’s not soft or gentle.Sure, he takes care of me when he needs to.He’s being gentle now.But the intensity between us… It’s so far from what I ever considered love might be.

Does he love me?He claims I’m his mate.But does that even mean love?It’s an urge.An intense desire.But that’s not what love is.That’s chemistry, pure and simple.

Love is something more.

Isn’t it?

“You’re going to send me to an early grave, princess.”He removes the washcloth and begins massaging my ass.

“What are you doing?”I ask.

“Some salve.You’re pretty red.But I didn’t break any skin.”

“Were you trying to break skin?”

“I wasn’t trying to do anything.You pissed me off.I told you what would happen if you said this thing between us would end.”

“Yes, you did.”

“And you said it anyway.”

“I did.”

Then he chuckles.“Princess, you and your thigh-high boots.Your ruby red lips.Your long and sexy legs.You like a little kink, don’t you?”


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