He’s going to teach me what happens to bad girls who keep secrets.
Since the night Brandon Davis took me in hand I’ve kept a secret. Months of sparring flirtation finally ended with me spanked hard and claimed roughly, and he left me with more than just blushing cheeks and a burning bottom.
I never told him about the baby and I never thought I would feel his touch again. Until today…
Now he’s back in my life, taking me in his arms and over his knee, with every stinging stroke of his belt and every savage climax reminding me that even though I’m a bad girl, I’m his bad girl.
But will he still want me when he finds out the truth?
Author: Didi Grayse
eBook Price: Kindle Unlimited/$4.95
Length: 66,000 words
“Why weren’t you at dinner?” His voice was low and controlled.
Her heart thundered and tears gathered in the corners of her eyes. She should have known fickle karma wouldn’t wait for morning. “There are things I have to tell you… about the past. I needed time to think about how…”
Brandon moved before she could even blink, hauling her against his chest. He kissed her, his tongue delved deep, swirling against hers. He tasted of warm honey and lime. His hands were everywhere, firm and insistent. Her fingers pulled at his hair as if she wanted him to stop, but her mouth moved against his, and her moan was deep and long. He picked her up and carried her to the bed as his mouth still plundered hers. She felt him pulling at his belt buckle and he muttered against her lips.
“I don’t care, Beatrice. None of it matters. I only care about right now.”
He turned her briskly and tossed her face down on the bed. He pressed one hand down on the small of her back and she shivered at the sound of his belt hissing through the loops. The first lick landed directly across her cheeks and sent a jolt of lightning through her, the sting both horrible and incredibly satisfying. She kicked and screamed into the bedding as the second stroke burned across the backs of her thighs. This was nothing like the light spanking of the morning before. This was unexpected and real, exciting and a bit frightening. Bea squirmed in pain and passion, trying desperately to hear his tirade, words coming as quick and sharp as the belt.
“One second you’re a childish brat, the next a seductress. I don’t know what to do with you, but you will learn to treat me with a little more respect.”
The belting stopped as quickly as it had begun. She felt the bed move as he climbed onto the mattress behind her. He pulled her panties off and the air rushing over the raw skin made her gasp. The few swats he had given her had left raised welts across her thighs and ass. He ran his fingers over the texture he had created. She could have sworn she heard him moan when she whimpered. He stroked her thighs with the rough palms of his hands and the gentle friction stung, making her arch and groan. Bea trembled and squirmed, her face flaming as his fingers slipped in the wetness between her thighs. He made another noise deep in his chest and bent down to press his lips against one burning cheek and then the other.
He kissed up her spine until he reached the back of her neck and then turned her over beneath him. The blanket was like sandpaper on her tender flesh, a sharp contrast to his gentle touch. He kissed at the tears on her face and then nibbled at her lips. She wrapped her leg around his thigh and gasped when he reached behind to knead at the fire on her ass and thighs.
“Please,” she whispered, pulling at his jeans. He pinned her hands above her head and kissed her deeply. Brandon yanked at his pants with his free hand and maneuvered between her legs.
His voice was raspy and low, his eyes held hers. “Say it, Bea.”
The past and the present crossed each other like a double exposure photograph in her mind. She arched against him and tossed her head. “Please, Brandon, yes. I want you.”
His eyes never left hers as he pushed into her with a barely contained growl.