Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 34333 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 172(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34333 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 172(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
I’d ordered the damn thing four nights ago. She didn’t know it yet, but her name was already on a leather cut hanging in the back of the supply closet. When I gave it to her, it’d be more than a promise. It’d be a fucking claim.
She was mine now. Completely.
“You boys done gossiping like little old ladies?” I growled, flicking the ignition and letting the rumble of the engine drown out their laughter. “Let’s ride.”
The trip back was fast and silent, the miles disappearing under our wheels. A few minutes from the compound gates, my phone buzzed. I thumbed it open at a red light, and my pulse kicked up at the message.
Jax
Got something. Big.
I didn’t respond. Just hit the throttle harder, eating up the pavement until the clubhouse gates came into view. The second I parked, I stalked straight to Jax’s office.
The door was cracked, so I shoved it open—and stopped dead in my tracks.
Savannah was perched on the corner of Jax’s desk, bent forward in one of his oversized chairs, laughing so hard her eyes were watering. Her cheeks were pink, her head tilted back, and the sound of her giggle cracked straight through my chest.
Jax grinned at her, clearly proud of whatever the fuck he’d said.
My blood pressure spiked, and a growl rumbled in my chest.
“Prez,” Jax said, looking up.
Savannah turned, still breathless from laughing, her eyes bright and smiling wide. And all of it was for another man. Before I could control it, red filtered into the corners of my vision.
I reminded myself that we needed Jax, and he hadn’t technically done anything wrong. And he wasn’t after Savannah. So I couldn’t fucking kill him.
Rather than lose my shit, I didn’t say a word. Just stalked across the room, wrapped a hand around Savannah’s upper arm, and yanked her up off that desk—though I was careful not to hurt her.
Her brows lifted in surprise. “Kane—”
“Quiet,” I barked as I led her from the room.
In the hallway, she opened her mouth again, no doubt to say something that would piss me off.
I pushed her back against the wall.
“You so much as smile at another man like that again,” I said low, voice raspy like I’d been swallowing nails, “I’ll put you over my knee until your ass is cherry red. You hear me?”
She blinked, stunned—and then, slow as sin, her pupils widened. Her thighs shifted and lips parted as she caught her breath, and she flushed.
Not with embarrassment.
With…interest.
Son of a bitch.
I fucking snapped.
Hauling her over my shoulder in one fast move, I ignored her yelp and the sound of Jax's laughter.
“What are you—hey!” she protested, squirming. “You can’t just—Kane!”
My hand came down hard on her ass. Sharp enough to make her gasp.
“I can do whatever the fuck I want,” I said, voice thick with fury and need. “You’re mine. And just to be clear, that wasn’t a spanking, it was a warning.”
Her voice was breathless, stunned. “I wasn’t smiling at him as an invitation, Kane! It was a joke. He said someone labeled the server’s backup ‘deep penetration protocol,’ and he’s been terrified to open the folder ever since.”
I didn’t slow down or stop walking, just carried her past a few curious looks and stunned expressions, upstairs, and down the hall to our room. Then I kicked the door shut behind us and finally let her slide down my body, landing her on her feet but keeping her trapped between me and the wall.
“You don’t get it yet, do you?” I grunted, gripping her jaw and tilting her face up. “I want all of it. Your smiles. Your smart mouth. Your sass. Every sound that comes out of you. I want it for me. Only me.”
13
SAVANNAH
Inever thought the threat of being spanked would turn me on, but I hadn’t expected to fall for the man who drugged and kidnapped me either. My reactions to Kane defied logic in the most thrilling ways.
My stomach flipped when he tossed me onto the bed, the energy between us intensifying now that we were in the privacy of his suite.
A deep blush heated my skin, anticipating building for what was about to happen.
“Would you really spank me? As more than just a warning?”
He pressed his palms into the mattress on either side of me, and his eyes heated even more. “Smile like that at another man again, and I sure as fuck will.”
I pressed my lips together to keep from smiling, but he didn’t miss my reaction.
Gliding a palm down my side and then around to cup my butt cheek, he grinned. “Could do it now if the idea turns you on.”
I considered the offer, my cheeks heating. A spark of curiosity burned deep inside me, so I nodded.
“Want to hear the words, sugar.” His smile widened. “Tell me, and I’ll give you what you need.”