Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 60604 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 303(@200wpm)___ 242(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60604 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 303(@200wpm)___ 242(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
She immediately began to struggle, twisting in his arms as if to dive off his lap. He used it to his advantage, pulling her face down over his knees. Her panties were still tangled around her thighs. His hand slapped down on her bare ass with a satisfying smack. She had a perfect bottom for spanking—plump and round, muscled globes that led into shapely thighs.
He slapped one side, then the other, over and over again. He’d just wanted to make her talk without actually harming her, but as he spanked her, his anger over her betrayal ebbed, turning to sympathy as she kicked and wriggled and her beautiful ass turned rosy and then a darker shade of pink. He held her snugly against his body and took care not to slap too hard. Shifters had superhuman strength, and the idea of bruising or actually harming his little assistant didn’t sit well with him. Even if she had tried to kill him.
“How much did you get paid for killing me?”
“I didn’t—”
He spanked the back of her thigh, causing her to yelp and kick. “How much?”
“Ow… ah… I wasn’t trying to kill you. All I had to do was take your laptop,” she gasped in a rush.
“And leave the one with the explosives in it.”
She went still for a moment, her head lifting.
His heart skipped a beat. She hadn’t known about the bomb. Satisfaction warmed his blood. He rested his hand on her blazing cheeks.
“Who gave you the laptop?”
“I don’t know.”
He resumed spanking. “Who hired you?”
“No one hired me.”
He spanked harder.
“Wait!” she cried. “It’s true—no one hired me. They kidnapped my sister!”
He froze, his hand mid-air.
“They said they would bring her tonight, but she wasn’t there.” Ashley’s voice sounded strangled.
Ashley abruptly found herself lifted upright and plopped on Ben’s knee, his green eyes boring through her.
“It’s true,” she whispered, seeing he was searching for something in her face.
“You should have come to me,” he said, his voice hard like steel.
Her bottom throbbed, his jeans rough against her bare skin. She swallowed. “They said they’d kill her,” she croaked.
He pursed his lips. The intensity with which he regarded her had an animal-like quality—as if he was a hunter and she his prey.
The memory of the huge wolf leaping over her car flashed in her mind. “What are you?” she whispered.
Abruptly, he stood, shoving her to her feet. “Go stand in the corner with your panties down,” he said, pointing to the juncture of two walls, his expression dangerous.
She didn’t even think of not obeying—he had her so cowed, she would have dropped to her knees and licked his shoe if he’d ordered it.
She shuffled across the room, putting her nose in the corner, intensely aware of her bare ass on full display. She wondered how red it looked. Her cheeks felt hot and stingy and for some bizarre reason, her pussy pulsed in rhythm with the throb there.
“I’m stepping outside. Don’t move, not even an inch from that corner. If you do, I will spank you again and this time it will be with my belt.”
She shivered, but need made her dare to ask, “What if I have to pee?” She peeked over her shoulder at him.
His eyes narrowed. “Do you?”
“Yes.”
“Go now, then,” he said.
She walked toward the bathroom, grabbing one side of her panties with her bound hands and trying to pull them up.
“Leave them,” he barked.
She looked over to find him trailing behind her toward the bathroom.
“What are you doing?”
“Keeping an eye on you.” He leaned in the doorway to the bathroom and folded his arms across his chest.
She willed herself to stop blushing as she sat on the toilet and stared at a spot on the floor. When she finished, she wrestled with the toilet paper, the duct tape making it hard for her to wipe herself.
“Need some help?” he asked.
Was that the glimmer of a smirk on his lips? She glared at him. “No.” She started to pull up her panties, then stopped, figuring he’d bark at her again.
“That’s right,” he said, motioning her forward. “Panties stay down until I pull them up.”
She made a huffing sound and tried to walk without shuffling, back to the corner.
“Stay.”
Woof. She didn’t say it out loud.
Her boss was a werewolf. A huge, black, terrifying beast who somebody had tried to use her to kill. Why? And what would he do with her now?
She stood holding her breath as he left. Her bottom was on fire, and the humiliating position infuriated her, but she was very well aware of the fact that he hadn’t hurt her. Well, other than her backside. Considering she’d just seen him trying to rip throats out with huge, sharp fangs, that said something.
The memory of him standing shirtless over her, tearing open her blouse and examining her with concern flitted before her eyes. Even though he thought she’d tried to kill him, he’d been checking her for injuries. He’d rescued her from those men, who had been trying to take her with them.