Page 45 of Black Sheep

“I’m not asking you,” I growl, grabbing her hand and leading her off the balcony and back into the bedroom. Yanking her toward me, I collar her throat with my palm, keeping her in place with my other hand on her back.

Leaning down I press a bruising kiss to her lips. “You’reours, Malishka, only ours. This is your one and only warning. Do not flirt with my men, you will not like the result.”

I feel her nod against my mouth, and when I press my lips to hers again, she tentatively kisses me back. I’m not sure if this is a victory or a setback, but either way I can’t resist pressing the kiss a little deeper and feeling her shudder beneath me.

“Do you like seeing me jealous, Malishka? Did you flirt with him to see what we’d do?”

“Why would any of you be jealous?” she whispers.

“Shall I tell you a secret?”

“Yes.”

“You’ve been ours for so long, I think we’d kill anyone who thought they could take you from us.”

“I’m not yours.”

“Oh, but you are, Malishka. You’ve been ours since we saw you. You were ours while we watched every single thing you did for the last year. You were ours before we took you, and you’ll be ours for the rest of our lives. If you want to be a prisoner that’s okay, but you’ll beourprisoner and you won’t flirt with anyone else. Ever.”

“No,” she protests, but it’s a weak sound.

“Yes. Shall I fetch the others, they can tell you what they’d have done, although I can guess. Lev would have sent the guard away, then he’d have left, he’d come back, but you’d be able to see the betrayal he felt in his eyes. You’d know you’ve hurt him. Vik would have pulled out his gun and shot him, then he’d punish you.”

“Punish me?”

I don’t know if she’s really asking a question, but Ianswer it anyway.

“He’d strip off your clothes, bend you over his knee and spank you until you were crying and begging for him to forgive you. Then after he was finished, he’d walk you to the corner of the room and push you into it with your nose to the wall and your red punished ass on display.”

Her breathing turns ragged and I pull back so I can see her properly. I’m not expecting her pupils to be blown wide, or her chest to be heaving up and down. She’s scared, but she’s turned on too.

“You like that idea, don’t you?”

“No.” She shakes her head, denying it.

“Vik admitted to us yesterday that his parents and grandparents had an agreement that if their wives stepped out of line, they’d punish them. He thought that all our families worked that way, but it turns out it was just his. I was worried that wasn’t something we could ever give him, but now, I think it’s exactly what you both need.”

“No,” she says again.

“Should I bring Dane back and kill him instead?” I muse.

“No,” she shrieks.

“You flirted with another man, Little Prisoner. That’s not allowed. There has to be consequences and if you don’t want me to kill the guard, then you’ll put yourself over Vik’s knee and let him correct you.”

“I’m not letting him… no,” she gasps, shaking her head.

“Okay,” I concede, pulling out my cell and dialing Greyson’s number again.

“Boss,” he answers.

“SendDane back?—”

“No.” Grabbing the cell from my hands, she lifts it to her ear. “Don’t send him back here,” she shouts, then ends the call.

“Come then, Little Prisoner, if you’ve made your choice.”

She shakes her head, her eyes pleading with me, but I smirk. “It’s his head, or your ass, you pick.”