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Like mother, like daughter, I guess.
Pulling on my own training from my bitchy, overbearing mother, I pin him with a furious gaze. “The only person who’s confused here is you if you think for one fucking second I’m giving into these ridiculous demands. Turn this plane aroundnow, Jasper.”
“I’m afraid I can’t do that,” he says as he unbuckles his seatbelt.
I watch, mesmerized as he shrugs out of his perfectly tailored custom suit jacket and drapes it over the empty chair to his right. He removes the simple silver cufflinks at his wrists, tucking them in his pocket before folding the cuff of his dress shirt up. The move exposes a bit of his toned, tanned forearm and a familiar tingle makes itself known between my thighs.
Jerking my gaze from that flash of oddly tantalizing flesh, I narrow my eyes at him. “And why the hell can’t you do that?”
“Because.” He shrugs, and more of his forearm appears with another roll of his sleeve. “I don’t want to.”
Shock nearly renders me speechless. “You don’twantto?”
“No.” Looking up at me as he finishes rolling his sleeve to his elbow, he flashes a grin so boyishly charming it makes my head spin. “You see, Juju, I’ve been looking for something for a very long time. And I’m fairly certain what I’ve been looking for… is you.”
“Me?” Despite the maelstrom of emotions swirling inside me, his words make my heart flutter with pleasure.
“Yes. I never really looked at you that way before. But when you called me asking for my help, well, something just sort of clicked for me.”
“Whatclicked for you?”
Instead of answering me, he leans over and presses the button to release my seatbelt, pulling me up out of my seat. And before I can even begin to process what his intentions might be, I find myself jackknifed over one muscular thigh, staring down at the patterned carpet beneath me.
“Jasper! Let go of me this instant!”
“No.” There’s no heat in his answer. In fact, he sounds downright cheerful as he refuses my demand.
What. The. Fuck.
“Let me go or I will call the police the second we land! I mean it, Jasper!”
His entire chest vibrates with laughter. “You are welcome to try. But the only ‘police’ presence on the island is the security I and my friends have bought and paid for.”
A chill races up my spine at his words. And it occurs to me then that I know absolutely nothing about where I’m going.
Or the man I call my brother.
While I’m frozen, trying to come to grips with the horror of my new reality, Jasper manages to wrestle my shorts down to my knees. A fact I don’t really notice through my panic until his hand comes to rest on the bare skin of my ass.
“You are a spoiled brat, Juliet Blackwood. But no worries. Daddy’s going to teach you how to be a good girl.”
Pain explodes across my right asscheek and it takes me a moment for my brain to process what’s happening. And even then, I can’t quite believe it.
Is he… Is hefucking spanking me?
There’s another explosion of pain, leaving no doubt in my mind. I am bare-assed over my stepbrother’s lap, getting spanked like a naughty little girl while he calls himself Daddy.
If it didn’t hurt so fucking much, I would definitely be leaning toward the coma- dream option. But the pain is a clear indication this isn’t a dream and is horrifyingly, humiliatingly real.
While my mind struggles to accept this reality, my body goes into fight or flight mode. Or, in this case, fight-to-flight mode. Because I’m ready to flee, even if it means finding a parachute and throwing myself right out of this fucking plane—but I have to actually get away from him, first.
“Let me go, you sick sonofabitch!” I scream, kicking and twisting and jerking against his hold on me for all I’m worth.
But my brother seems to be in possession of some kind of superhuman strength, because all my kicking and flailing gets me absolutely nowhere. He does pause the spanking for about five seconds, which is approximately how long it takes him to throw one of his legs over both of my own, pinning me in place even more effectively than before.
It burns. Every single swat that rains down on my bare ass feels like someone has lit a match on my skin. I’ve had a few guys in the past who were into some kinky shit, and I don’t mind a little pain with my pleasure, but nothing has ever compared to the feel of Jasper’s hard hand against my flesh.
For a while, I fight with everything I have in me, but it isn’t long before my energy simply runs out and I collapse over Jasper’s knee, panting for breath.