Page 133 of Possess Me

Immediately thrashing, my mouth filled with water. The moment I surfaced, I coughed to the point tears filled my eyes. Not from sadness or worry, fear or anger, but from the silly joy that I was able to have around Vissarian.

I couldn’t remember the last time I’d felt so alive and so free.

The brutal Russian came swimming up from the deep while the little minx dog stood on the side of the pool barking her pretty little head off.

“You are so going to get it for this,” he growled.

“I didn’t do anything. Your daughter did.”

He was momentarily shocked at what I’d said.

And so was I.

What in God’s name had possessed me?

Vissarian glanced over his shoulder as he ripped at his tie, grumbling under his breath in Russian no less. “Then you should pay for the sins of our daughter since you taught her that trick.”

“Oh, no, you don’t.” I wagged my finger at him, immediately fighting the water while moving backward.

“If you really think you can get away from me, you have another think coming.” He lunged forward and I squealed, immediately taking off swimming toward the other side. If I could manage to climb out, he wouldn’t be able to grab me.

Alas, it didn’t work. He gripped my leg, yanking me back by several feet, even walking across the pool with me in tow.

“What do you think you are doing?” I yelled.

“I think you know that answer. Providing exactly what you need.”

“Bella! Save me.”

“Don’t you dare, Bella, or no more biscuits.”

“You’ve been feeding her biscuits behind my back?”

“Like you said. She is my daughter.” With a huff, he plopped down on the concrete stairs leading into the pool, immediately dragging me over his lap.

I splashed, trying to gain some traction. He was having none of it.

Even with my clothes soaking wet, he managed to maneuver my shorts past my hips. No amount of wiggling stopped him from getting his way.

Damn the man.

He was far too strong and I was still exhausted from pretending to be some drug lord if only for a day or so.

“Don’t you dare!” I huffed.

“You should know better than to dare me, Captain.” As soon as he wrangled my thong down to my knees, he brought his hand down.

Nothing about the man shocked me any longer except for the light bulb he flicked on and off at a moment’s notice. From being eager and ready to break someone’s neck to this.

Yes, as I’d said from the beginning, the yin and yang of him was… fabulous.

The harsh sound of his palm cracking against my tender bottom caused a series of guttural groans. How could the man do this to me? Oh, yes. Because he thought he owned me.

He was even thumping his foot on the concrete while he continued the harsh spanking. What did he need, a rhythm box to help him with the horrible spanking?

I threw my arm back, my fisted hand accidentally catching him in the face.

He stopped short, not moving and I wasn’t certain if he was breathing.