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I grab a cupcake and swipe my finger through the rainbow frosting. Once I have a glob of it on the tip of my finger, I slowly lift it to my mouth and wrap my lips around it, closing my eyes and moaning just loud enough for him to hear. When I let my lids flutter open, he’s watching me with a slack jaw. His cupcake sits in his hand, forgotten. He’s completely fixated on me, and now, it’s time to finish my payback. I swirl my tongue around the rim of the cupcake before flattening it and licking across the top of the sweet treat. He groans, and his eyes darken with lust and longing.

“Julia,” he growls.

“What?” I ask innocently.

“You know what.”

“To be fair, you started it.”

“Did not!”

“Kids!” Nina smirks. “Do you two need a time out in your room?”

“Oh, yeah.” Scar grabs my arm and practically drags me down the hall to his room. As soon as he shuts the door, he takes my cupcake away and sets it on the dresser with his. “Bad girls get spankings, and you are a very, very bad girl.”

As he sits on the bed, the throbbing between my thighs intensifies. I want to climb into his lap and ride his cock so hard right now. But when I try to do just that, he manhandles me over his knee. Holding my torso down with one hand, he unbuttons my jeans with the other, pulling my pants down to my thighs and yanking my thong up until it’s rubbing against my clit. I shiver, eager for whatever he’s about to do to me.

When his hand slaps my ass, I yelp.

“Don’t make me gag you with my cock,” he growls.

“Promises. Promises.”

“Dirty girl.” He spanks my ass harder. “You like this, don’t you?”

“No,” I lie.

He knows I’m lying because my pussy’s drenched. My wetness seeps into his jeans, darkening the fabric with the evidence of my arousal.

I think he’s playing around, but the more he spanks me, the more my ass burns. Pain and pleasure mingle together in a confusing, intoxicating cocktail. I’m drunk on his need to punish me. It’s so hot and forbidden and exciting. Who the hell does this? Who spanks their partner as foreplay? Scar, that’s who. And he’s damn good at it, too.

After enduring way too many smacks, I’m squirming and ready for more. Scar senses my need and plucks my thong out of my pussy. He replaces it with two fingers, stroking me like I’m his pet. I moan, wriggling against his cock, so he’ll be just as needy as I am.

His shaft stretches and grows, pressing hard against his jeans. When he finally gives in, he gives me one last hard, ass-heating slap before lifting me off his lap. He tosses me on the bed, strips faster than humanly possible, and is on me before I’m able to process what’s happening.

“You’re mine, Julia,” he whispers before entering me with one hard stroke.

“Oh, Scar!” I arch my back and spread wider, willing him to fill me completely.

He does, claiming me. But he’s not rough or fast or aggressive. He holds himself still, looking down at me with so much love in his eyes I can’t breathe. Though he hasn’t admitted it yet, it’s all over his face.

“Make love to me,” I whisper.

He kisses me softly. His lips brush across mine in a feathery kiss so unlike the other times we’ve been together that I can’t help but think something has changed, and his hips move in slow, excruciatingly sexy thrusts designed to bring my pleasure to a low simmer. There’s nothing rushed about how he’s moving inside me. He’s gentle and sweet and so close.

His lips leave mine and trail down my throat. Rolling my head to one side, I give him access to everything he wants. I don’t hold anything back, and neither does he. When he’s had his fill of nibbling and sucking on my neck, he lifts his head and locks eyes with me. He’s looking straight into my heart, and in return, I’m seeing straight into his. I can see all the love he’s been holding back because it’s not locked up anymore. It’s mine. He’s mine. This scarred, broken, brave, honorable man is all mine.

We luxuriate in our loving bond for as long as we can, but eventually, the fire burning between us ignites into something more. His thrusts deepen. His breath catches in his throat. He closes his eyes, pushing into me again and again as if he’s after something only I can give him.

I clench my inner muscles, gripping him hard, making him growl with pleasure. The extra tension makes it harder for him to pull back. The friction increases until I can’t hold out any longer. I want to flip him onto his back and ride him, but he wants me exactly where I am. He hooks his arms under my knees and pulls them over his shoulders. He’s so deep it’s almost painful, but the sensation is right on that edge, bringing me closer to the brink.

“Scar, please,” I groan.

His smile is one of pure, masculine satisfaction. He loves giving me pleasure. It’s all over his face, mixed with all the love he’s finally letting out of his heart. He might not realize it yet, but that lock he had around his heart is gone. I broke it open. I let all that love out. And now it’s mine to keep. Forever.

I wrap myself around him, urging him to join me as I fall into ecstasy. He does, merging his pleasure with mine until we’re bound together in a frenzy of erotic delirium. We explode at the same time, heaving and moaning and crying out as we unleash the pure joy of being together.

Later, when I can breathe again and he’s stopped murmuring sweet nothings, I hold him close. He buries his face between my breasts and sighs as I stroke his hair. His fingers roam across my waist and hips as if he still can’t believe I’m real and that I’m with him.