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“No more threats,” I promise, yanking the boxer shorts she’s wearing for pajamas down to find her panties are gone from beneath.

The sweetness of her ass stills me for a beat. Only a beat, because this girl is a fighter and she’s already wiggling.

“Let me up!”

Pressing my hand between her shoulder blades, I keep her steady.

“Are you going to go to bed like a good girl, or are you stillgoing to fight me?” I already know the answer; it’s probably why I bother asking.

Let her understand this is her choice, even if it really isn’t. The woman’s going to bed with a hot ass one way or another.

“I hate you.” She tries to push up again, unsuccessfully.

“That’s what I thought.” I bring my hand down over her ass hard, watching the way the sweet curves bounce back.

My cock strains against the fabric of my boxers at the sight before me. The harder she wiggles, the more she kicks, the harder I spank her, the more painful my erection becomes.

“Ow!” She swings an arm back trying to protect herself, but she’s only wasting her energy.

When she kicks her leg out, I get a healthy glimpse of her pussy. Arousal coats the plump lips that part slightly with her jerking movements, giving me a better look at the dark pink flesh inside.

Fuuuuck.

“Stop! All right!” She continues swinging her arm, trying to block the smacks I deliver, covering her entire ass until it’s a blushing pink.

“All right, what?” I pause, grabbing a fistful of her ass cheek and squeezing.

“I’ll go to bed.” She falls against the mattress, a small sign of defeat.

“And?”

“And what?”

“And you won’t cause any more trouble. You’ll do what Isay when I say it.” I squeeze harder. Beneath my grip, she clenches her muscles.

“Yeah, fine, whatever!”

“Hmm, that’s not very convincing.” I return to spanking her, and I’m a big enough asshole to admit I’m enjoying the way her ass bounces, along with the sweet aroma of her arousal building the longer this goes on.

“Okay! Yes! I’ll do what you say!” Her legs kick straight out, every one of her muscles clenching as she holds the position.

When I let her go, she’s sucking in long breaths and pressing her face into the bedding. Slowly, she slides off the bed until she’s firmly on her feet.

“No.” I put my bare foot over the boxers that she’s kicked off on to the floor when she tries to grab them.

“Rurik.” She tilts her head with a little plea.

“Next time behave.” I grab the clothing. “Go on.”

I jerk my head to the bed, needing her to climb under the covers before I decide to give into the monster living inside of me and throw her on the bed to enjoy her in an entirely different way.

She tugs on her shirt and hurries around the bed and climbs in. Getting beneath the covers, she pulls them tight up to her chin and she rolls to her side, facing away from me.

After flipping off the lights in the rest of the room, I get beneath the covers on my side of the bed. She’s balled up on the other side, quiet.

Folding my hands behind my head, I plan out tomorrow. It’s a three hour detour but handling the prick I’ve been hiredto deal with needs to be done. It’s too big of a risk to wait until after I’ve gotten her home.

With the quiet in the room and the warmth of the blankets, I ease myself to sleep.