Page 2 of Forbidden Billionaire (Titans #7)

“To have your hands on me? Absolutely not.” But she presses her knees together more tightly.

“You are a pretty little liar, Ms. Hollis. I expected more from you.” My cock throbs at the flush that spreads down her neck. “Submit to me. You might find you like it.”

“Never.” But her pulse flutters against my fingers as if she’s mere seconds from begging for my touch.

“I assure you, you’ll enjoy it.”

Defiantly she tilts her chin as if to say, We’ll see about that.

I make a show of walking to my jacket and grabbing my cell phone.

She sighs deeply. “If I go through with this horrible thing, you promise you won’t call security?”

“You have my word.”

“For what that’s worth. You do have a reputation, Mr. Blackwell.”

“You’ve mortally wounded me.” I drop my phone back into my pocket.

“Hypothetically how would this farse work? Like would I have to get over your lap or something?”

At the suggestion, my cock presses even more insistently against my zipper.

I’m not sure I could survive that and remain a gentleman. “Not at all.” Leaning in, I brush my lips over the shell of her ear. “I’d have you kneel up on the bed. Face down.”

She sucks in a tiny breath. “I can’t?—”

“You can. And if you’re honest with yourself, you’d admit that part of you wants to.”

“No.” She shakes her head fast, hair falling around her face. But her traitorous eyes flick to the bulge straining my zipper.

I know what she’s picturing. She’s wondering how it’ll feel as my hand lands on the swell of her ass. The heat. The inevitable pain.

But she has no idea about the way she’ll drip for me afterward. Or the temptation to ask for more. “To be clear, you’re not being coerced. This is strictly your choice.”

“No. It’s really not. You or security.”

Acknowledging her point, I incline my head. “The door’s over there. Use it, and you’ll never hear from me again.” Now I’m a dirty fucking liar. I’ll never let her go.

There’s silence that’s heavy and unbroken except for the whisper of the penthouse’s air-conditioning. “What will it be?”

Seraphina exhales hard, and I know it’s more from resignation than fear.

“You can walk out. Or you can pay your debt.”

With more than a little touch of defiance, she meets my gaze. “I’m keeping my panties on.”

I grin. Good girl. “That will be your only protection from me, little troublemaker.”

For a few moments, she remains where she is before exhaling in annoyance and moving her body into position, kneeling, offering her rear to me.

Fuck.

My cock throbs like it never has before. “I’m waiting.”

“For what?”

When I don’t respond, she glances over her shoulder. I fold my arms.

“For you to bunch your skirt around your waist.”

“You’re an overbearing ass, Mr. Blackwell.”

I don’t react. Frankly that’s the nicest thing anyone has said about me in the last six months.

Facing away from me, she lowers her forehead to the bedding. Then she lifts her skirt, inch by inch, slowly revealing her shapely thighs.

As my mouth dries, she bares the swell of her ass to me.

Her panties are silky, a little scrap of pink that are already damp.

Well, well, Seraphina Hollis.

I palm the curve of her ass. It’s as smooth as it is soft. Fucking perfect. “Are you my good girl?”

“No!”

At her protest, I press a hand to her upper back. “But you are. So very good.”

“Fuck off, Mr. Blackwell.”

I laugh. Damn, her fierceness is something I need in my life.

Once more, she tries to push herself off the mattress. “Remain in position. Good girls stay where they’re supposed to. And you want to be good for me, don’t you?” I press her down even harder, tilting her rear higher. “Offer yourself to me. Wiggle your hips.”

“This is good enough.”

“The sooner you do as you’re told, like a good girl , the sooner this will be over with.”

Even from where I’m standing, I see her clench her jaw.

“Can’t you just—you know—do it?”

“Of course I can. But I think you know that I do things on my terms.”

“No kidding.”

“Now wiggle your ass.”

“I want to be clear that this is under duress.”

“Duly noted.”

Still, she hesitates for a few more seconds, and I wonder if she’ll refuse to obey me. But… Her panties are even damper now.

God. If I’d known she liked getting spanked when she worked for me…

Good thing I didn’t, or I’d be facing an even worse PR nightmare. If that’s even possible.

Very slowly she sways her hips from side to side.

“Nice start. Now beg for it.”

“To be spanked? You’re out of your ever-living mind.”

Very definitely.

“Are you trying to make this last all night?”

Fighting back a grin, I shrug. “Right now, everything is in your court, Ms. Hollis. This will take as long as you want it to.” But I’m not inclined to hurry. I’m savoring every sexy moment.

An unbearably long time passes before she speaks. “Please…”

“That’s it, little troublemaker. Beg louder.”

Stubbornly she shakes her head.

“Say it. Let me hear it.”

“Damn it.” But then she obeys.

And her sweet plea nearly breaks me.

Part of me wishing she’d stalled a little longer, I lean in to caress her butt cheeks.

With a gasp, she glances back at me. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

“Bringing blood flow to the area.” I rub harder. Then much harder. “It will prevent you from getting any marks.” Which is a pity, really. The idea of her finishing her shift with a reddened ass is hot enough to spark an inferno.

Finally I land a smack on the fleshiest part of one buttock.

She arches her spine and mewls. As much as she wants to hate it, she can’t.

“Ready for more?”

“I’m ready to get it over with.”

No, she’s not. Not with the way she’s rolling her hips and staying perfectly in place.

I give her another smack.

“Are you done yet?” She looks back at me.

“Just getting you warmed up.”

Taking time to linger, I increase my speed a little. If I was wanting to make a point, I’d use more force. But as I continue spanking her glorious rear end, I realize I’m making an entirely different point. That I want her to crave more.

I slow my pace, rubbing her gently between my well-placed swats.

Somewhere along the line, she stopped complaining and hurrying me along. Instead, she’s instinctively pushing back toward me.

Unable to resist, I lightly touch her between her thighs, then stroke her through the damp fabric.

“Oh dear God!”

Every instinct I have screams at me to pin her down and push her past the point of no return—but I don’t. She has to want it. And I vow she will.

She tries to move against my hand, but I pull back. That wasn’t part of the deal we made. I honor my word.

Forcing myself to show restraint, I step back and flip her skirt back into place.

As if jolted, she scampers backward and scoots off the mattress. Once she’s standing, she whirls to face me, her long, dark hair wild around her face, her chin back in its former, defiant position.

“Tomorrow. Seven a.m. Come back.”

“What the hell are you talking about? This was a one-and-done agreement.”

Her eyes flash, as if she despises me. Or does her reaction to me frighten her? “You need a job.”

“I don’t need more of…” She rubs her rear. “That.”

“Are you certain?”

Her mouth opens. “Hard to believe you’re even more of an asshole than I thought.”

“Mmm.” Unconcerned, I walk toward the bar area that has the whiskey I’ve been promising myself.

She hurries toward the door, then stops to glance back over her shoulder. Her lips are slightly swollen, maybe from worrying them. Her eyes are wide.

“Oh, Seraphina?”

Her nostrils flare slightly, as if she’s fighting anger. Or maybe her need for one spank? I can always hope.

“What?” Her voice is a snap of irritation.

“Yes, sir,” I correct her.

She sighs, but she doesn’t repeat what I said. “Something else?”

“Wear the maid’s uniform.”

“Fuck you.” She mouths the words but doesn’t dare let them out of her mouth.

Smart girl. She has no idea the consequences for that kind of disrespect.

Like a flash of lighting, she’s gone, the lock clicking into place behind her.

For a moment, I don’t blink. Don’t move.

The scent of her lingers. The memory of her wraps around me. And my cock throbs painfully.

Removing my cuff links as I go, I return to the bedroom.

After having her there, I despise the sight of my empty bed.

I grin. It won’t stay that way for long. “You called me a fraud once, little troublemaker. But you’ll kneel for every lie. You’re mine, Seraphina. My little troublemaker. Only mine.”