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Amelia

He can’t be serious.

I try again to twist around to face him, but his anvil of a hand keeps me stuck facing the damn corner.

“You stand here until I tell you to come out. Do you understand?”

“No! Of course I don’t understand. This is insane. I’m twenty-four fucking years old, not some child you can reprimand with corner time.” Unfortunately, I lose some credibility by stomping my foot.

He places a hand on my other shoulder and leans into me. His massive chest presses against my back as his mouth hovers over the shell of my ear. Tingles run through me at the sensation of his breath washing over my skin.

I shouldn’t be reacting to him to like this.

Fighting him, screeching, and trying to claw out his eyes. That’s how I should be reacting to his insane dominance.

“You’ve made me very angry tonight. Standing in the corner is only a moment of your punishment, so we can talk. So I can calm myself.”

His voice is rock steady. If this is him not calm, I’m a little scared of what it looks like when he’s really lost it.

“I went downstairs for a drink.”

“There is a full bar in this office. You could have poured yourself a glass of wine. You didn’t go downstairs for a drink; you went down there to prove a point.”

His fingers squeeze my shoulders. He’s not wrong, but that doesn’t give him the right to put me in a corner.

I can’t even believe this is happening.

I run an important foundation that helps people in horrible situations. Drug addicts, alcoholics, the homeless, anyone who needs help. And here I am, being anchored in the corner by a Russian mob boss who refuses to understand he has no power over me.

“You wanted to show me that you’ll do whatever you want. That my words have no meaning.” He brushes hair away from my ear. “And now I’m going to show you what happens when you disobey.”

That word, disobey, sends a ricochet of electricity through me. With a surge of energy, I shove away from the wall. Taking him by surprise, I think, because he stumbles back a step before he grabs onto my arm.

I barely get one step away before I’m snatched up.

“Still such a bad girl,” he growls, dragging me to his desk.

“What are you doing? Dmitri, let me go!” I yank and twist, but he’s more determined than ever.

Steel has more give than his grip right now.

The edge of the desk presses into me as his hand sinks into my hair, fisting at my scalp. Tears spring to my eyes with the sting. Struggling only makes it worse, so I stop.

“Twice tonight I’ve had to search you out. And twice tonight I find you with another man’s hands on you.” His accent thickens with his irritation.

I could remind him that Christian didn’t have his hands on me when Dmitri arrived, but he tightens his fingers and my scalp burns anew, so I decide against it.

“You’re hurting me, Dmitri.” I try to push his hand out of my hair, but he only yanks me back to him.

“I haven’t begun to hurt you, Amelia.” His free hand reaches around my waist.

Nimble fingers undo the button on my black slacks. Before I can react and shove his hand away, he’s sliding his fingers into my pants.

“Dmitri.” It’s meant to be a warning, but his fingertips glide beneath the elastic of my panties and keep wandering further.

“A soft patch of curls,” he whispers just before his fingers dip lower, pressing against my clit.

An unexpected wave of pleasure shoots through me. I moan.

Someone save me, I actually moan at the sensation this brute of a man is giving me.

“Your pussy is already wet for me.” He nips my earlobe. “All your complaining and defiance has been a ruse, I think.”

“No, Dmitri. No.” I push my hand against his arm. “Please.”

“Don’t worry. Your pussy isn’t the aim of my punishment. At least not tonight.” He swirls his finger around my clit, putting pressure exactly where it does the most damage to my concentration.

I try to keep my moan contained by biting my lip, but still the sound escapes. His chest rumbles with a chuckle.

“How long since you’ve been touched here?” he questions, then his hand stops. “Don’t answer that. If I have to deal with any other men tonight, I won’t stop at breaking his fingers.”

My body softens at his words, as though he’s just said something insanely romantic. He’s threatened to kill my ex-boyfriends because they touched me, and my soul warms as though he’s brought me flowers.

Something is wrong with me.

His touch is gone in the next moment, and he shoves my pants and panties down over my hips. No amount of wiggling saves me from the humiliation of him exposing my bare ass.

“Bend over the desk. It’s time for your punishment.”

“No.” I won’t do it. I will not cooperate with this insanity.

A heavy sigh blows through my hair.

“Very well. The hard way it is,” he says, just before using his hold on my hair to shove me down over the desk until my cheek is pressed against the highly polished wood.

He pushes me up more until my toes barely touch the floor and the edge of the desk digs into my pelvic bones.

“Dmitri, don’t! Just don’t!” I swing my arm back, but he easily catches it and pins it to my back.

He’s had to let go of my hair to manage it, but the pain in my scalp has only been transferred to the strain on my shoulder.

“I warned you, but you wanted to push. Now we’re here.” He moves to my left side, his grip on my hand pressing down into my back.

“I will never forgive you!” I shout, but it’s no deterrent for a man like him.

A sharp thwack hits my ears a millisecond before the pain of his hand spanking my ass cheek registers.

“Ow!” I increase my fight, but there’s no use. I kick my feet, trying to touch the floor enough to aid in my struggle.

Another smack and then another. He spanks my left cheek then the right, keeping to this pattern for several more swats.

“Stop it! Stop!” I scream. “Let me up!”

Another heavy sigh.

“No, not until you’ve learned your lesson. And it seems we’re far from there.” He goes right back to spanking me, except now there’s no pattern. He spanks randomly, and harder.

No amount of wiggling will get me out of this, and the pain is growing with each smack. My ass burns, white-hot pain with each new smack.

I kick my legs out, but now from the ache.

“Please!” I cry out when he moves his focus lower, now swatting my upper thighs. “It hurts!”

“Yes.” He’s back to one-word answers.

“Stop.”

“No.” He readjusts his grip on my hand, shifting his position beside me. Through his slacks, his hard cock presses against my hip and I freeze.

“Dmitri, please.” I gasp for air. “I’ll be good. I promise!”

“What does that mean? How will you be good? Will you finally admit we’re getting married?” His hand rests on my ass and the contact makes my skin hotter.

I swallow hard. I won’t lie.

“No. Not that, but I won’t… Dmitri!”

He starts up again, spanking me hard, in rapid succession, covering every inch of my ass and thighs.

I’m left breathless again, tears streaming down my face when he stops.

“We are getting married, Amelia. Tomorrow. And until you vow to stop fighting it, you’ll be bent over my desk. But I wouldn’t take too much longer. Your ass is getting very red.” He pats my right cheek lightly.

If only embarrassment could kill. I’d be out of this mess already.

“We need to talk about this. Like logical adults,” I say through heavy breaths.

I can’t get enough air like this, and when I try to crane my neck to see him over my shoulder, I can’t find him.

“You’ll also promise to stay where I put you. No more making me search for you.” He rubs his hand over my ass in small circles, and it’s almost soothing.

“I can’t just do whatever you say.” I find the error in my statement only a second later when his hand rains down on my ass again.

Alternating between my cheeks and my upper thighs, he reignites the fire across my battered flesh. He keeps it up for what feels like an eternity.

“You will do as I say. Because when I give an order, it’s for your safety. My club has tight security, but even here there are bad men that can hurt you. A woman as beautiful as you wandering around alone is dangerous.”

I have a retort all set to go, but then my brain empties and only one thought pops back in. He thinks I’m beautiful?

Time stands still as the silence stretches between us.

“Okay. I can understand that.” It’s a small concession, tiny really.

But it’s enough.

Gently, he helps me off the desk. Once my feet are planted on the floor, I reach for my clothing that has bunched up at my knees. He stops me though, and brings my hands in front of me, holding them both in one hand.

“You’ll marry me tomorrow,” he says firmly.

“Why?” I whine. “Why are you doing this to me?”

“Because.” He wipes the tears from my cheeks with his thumbs. “I want to.”

“Does it have to be tomorrow? Can’t we wait?” I sniffle.

He shakes his head. “Better to get it done.”

“I don’t want to talk about it right now.” Exhaustion rolls over me.

I don’t want to fight him anymore. Not tonight, and not about this.

Even if I contest Lucas’ will, it would put the center at jeopardy. I could run out of funds within a few months.

The allowance I receive through the trust fund my father set up for me won’t be enough to keep the center functioning. And I won’t get my full trust for another three months when I turn twenty-five.

“We can talk later then.” He pulls me close, and I think he’s going to hug me, but instead he spins me around and bends me back over the desk.

“What are you doing? I said I wouldn’t argue!”

“I’m checking to be sure you aren’t injured. Your stubbornness required a harsher punishment than I had intended.” His hand roams over my bare ass again.

“You don’t have to do that. I’m fine.” But my words come out as a groan.

His fingers dip between my thighs until he finds what I hoped I could keep from him. My utter arousal.

“I think being punished has turned my girl on,” he chuckles. “Your pussy is more soaked than before.”

I clench my teeth as the fat of his middle finger rolls my clit with the perfect amount of pressure.

“No, I just… oh… oh…” I squeeze my eyes closed as two of his fingers slide inside of me, stretching me.

“Fuck, moyo dikoye plamya , you’re so tight.” He leans into me, his hard cock pressing against my hip again.

Before I can respond, his touch is gone and in one smooth movement, he grabs my clothing and rips the bundle over my feet, taking my shoes with it. There’s a thud when the ‘bundle’ hits the floor several feet away from us.

“Dmitri, what—Oh!”

He flips me to my back, and I wince as my ass hits the desk. I’m more tender than I thought.

“What are you doing?” I ask as he leans over me with one forearm bracing himself on the desk.

His mouth hovers right over mine. It’s full and warm, and I can’t help but want him to kiss me again.

Dmitri brushes his fingertips over my temple, tucking my hair away from my face.

“You have such pretty eyes, Amelia,” he says in a deep, seductive whisper.

“You know, everyone calls me Lia,” I say stupidly. I can’t help it. It’s all I can do not to melt into a puddle on his desk.

His mouth kicks up to the right. “I’m not everyone.”

The arrogance of this man. I don’t know how I continue to be surprised by it other than the fact that he just has so much of it.

Dmitri lays a hand on my stomach. “Put your feet up and spread your legs for me,” he orders with a gruff sound.

Part of me wants to tell him to go fuck off, I’ve had enough of his arrogant domineering tonight. But that part of me must be disconnected from the part that controls my arousal, because I do exactly as he says. Planting my feet on the edge of the desk, I open my knees.

“Ah, she can be a good girl.” He runs his hand down my torso, back over my curls, and cups my sex. “You’re so wet, you’re making a mess on my desk.”

Heat rushes to my cheeks and I snap my knees back together, trapping his hand between my thighs.

He brings his eyes to mine again, leaning closer to me. “Open them, bad girl.”

Two simple words should not carry so much weight. I tell myself I’m only doing it because his hand is there, but I’m a liar.

“Keep them open while I play,” he orders.

The spice of his aftershave envelops me as he shifts his position, bringing his neck closer to me.

“I don’t think we should?—”

Whatever protest I was going to give flies out the window as soon as the pads of his fingers touch my clit.

He grins down at me. Arrogant bastard.

“Of course we should. I’m still teaching you a lesson.” His fingertips rub over my clit, again with the exact amount of pressure, and touch the right spot, sending a current of pleasure through me so strong my muscles tremble from it.

It’s been so long since I’ve had a man touch me there. That has to be why my response is so immediate, so intense.

“What lesson are you teaching now?” I moan with the question, failing completely at trying to sound like his touch isn’t affecting me.

“Disobedience is punished, but obedience is rewarded.” His eyes blaze with arousal as he pushes two fingers into my pussy.

My back arches off the desk.

“Hands at your sides, don’t touch. This is for me only.” His fingers curl inside me as he drags them back, nearly leaving me entirely. “Such a wet pussy.”

I whimper, desperate to hold in the moans he’s eliciting with his touch. Slowly, he sinks his fingers back inside, twisting them and spreading them to fill me even more.

My own arousal slides down between my ass cheeks when he pulls back again. I’ve never been so needy before.

Fisting my hands at my sides, I push my hips up when it seems like he’s going to pull away. He lets a dark laugh loose before he presses his lips to my cheek.

“You’re always chasing after what you want, isn’t that right?” He thrusts his fingers harder this time, the heel of his hand hitting my clit and driving my pleasure deep into my core.

I breathe in, my fingernails dig into my palms as he continues to thrust his fingers.

“You like this, being my little toy.” He kisses my ear, nipping at my earlobe. “Being my good little toy, letting me fuck you with my fingers.”

He drives his point home by slipping a third, thick finger inside.

I arch upward again; the third finger is almost too much.

“Dmitri,” I whine.

“Shh, you’ll take all three fingers. My cock is thicker than this, you’ll need to be stretched if you’re to take me easily.” He dusts my neck with his lips, trailing soft kisses over my electrified skin.

Every new touch from him makes my skin come alive.

He eases his fingers in and out of me, curling them in exactly the right place and hitting my G-spot. With expertise he massages the area until I can barely breathe from the immense pleasure radiating through my body.

“Are you going to be my good girl and come for me?” he asks in a husky whisper.

“Dmitri,” I moan as I wrap my fingers around the edge of the desk, keeping myself anchored as the pressure builds.

My thighs tremble and he must notice it, because he increases the force of his thrusts. The heel of his palm rubs my clit as he finger-fucks me on his desk.

“Be my obedient good girl,” he growls in my ear. He sounds almost as desperate as I feel.

“Dmitri!” I groan as the first waves of orgasm build higher and higher.

“Give me your eyes. Look at me,” he orders in a stern voice, much like the one he used when he was spanking me.

I open my eyes and find his intense stare fixated on me. His lips are pinched together and his brow knitted. “Good girl.”

And that’s all I needed to hear. The final strike of the match that sets off a five-alarm fire in my body and my orgasm crashes into me.

“Dmitri!” I scream his name, but don’t dare take my eyes off him as pleasure rips through me.

With gentle strokes, he continues to caress my pussy until the last shudder fades.

Blinking my eyes back into focus, I find him still staring down at me, licking his fingers that are coated in my arousal. An inferno ignites across my face.

“Such a good girl, let’s see how well you’ve learned your lessons.” He winks and reaches for his belt.