Page 45 of Carnal Urges

I put the phone to my ear. Looking into Sloane’s eyes as I speak, I say, “Tell Kazimir that if he doesn’t cancel both bounties within the hour, Sloane’s mutilated body will be dumped on his doorstep by midnight.”

I disconnect and glare at her.

She folds her arms over her chest and glares back. “That wasn’t smart.”

Seething, I say softly, “You have no idea what kind of game is being played here, lass. None at all. You’re absolutely fucking clueless. And to tell you the truth, I’m sick of listening to you run that bloody mouth.”

I slip the phone into my coat pocket. When I start to work at the knot in my tie, she backs up, shaking her head.

“Don’t you dare try to gag me, gangster.”

I whip it off and stalk toward her.

“I’m warning you!” she shouts, stumbling backward. “I’ll kick your ass!”

I lunge.

She yelps and whirls around to run away, but I’m too close. I grab her by the scruff of her neck and yank her against my chest.

I’m rewarded for that move by her heel smashing down onto the top of my foot.

It’s a hard strike. A good one. But it takes a hell of a lot more than that to stop me when I’ve lost my temper.

And I’ve finally lost it. Honestly, it’s a miracle I’ve held on to it this long.

I shove her face-down onto the bed. Twisting like a caged animal, she kicks and screams as I straddle her waist. She’s furious she can’t budge me. When I pin her arms behind her back, she kicks up with her heel and catches me right in the kidney.

I forget about wanting to stuff the tie down her throat and tie it around her wrists instead.

The punishment I’m about to administer doesn’t require silence.

She’s shouting. Bucking like a wild bull, trying to throw me off. I realize she hates to not be the one in control almost as much as she hates to show anything remotely close to weakness.

It gives me a profound sense of satisfaction that I’m subjecting her to both.

“Fuck you and your laughing!” she hollers.

“Come on, hellcat. Weren’t you supposed to be kicking my ass? So far, I give you a five out of ten.”

“Prick!”

“Don’t tell me that’s all you’ve got. I think you can do better.”

Frustrated that I’m throwing her words back at her, she lets loose a scream. She screams louder when I laugh again.

I sit on the edge of the bed and drag her onto my lap, holding her down with one hand gripped around the back of her neck, the other around her hip.

It’s not easy. She’s fighting me hard. And she’s stronger thanshe looks. I have to give her credit for that. But she can’t match my strength, no matter how hard she fights.

I yank down her underwear—myunderwear—to the middle of her thighs and rain down a series of sharp, stinging blows with my open hand on her bare arse.

She sucks in a breath, back stiffening.

“You deserve every one of those,” I say through gritted teeth. “And every one that’s coming.”

I spank her again and again until my palm is hot and her bottom is bright red. I’m so intent on what I’m doing, I don’t notice until I stop that she’s no longer struggling. She lies still, her cheek pressed to the mattress, her eyes closed. She’s breathing as hard as I am.

Trembling, too. Her entire body is trembling.