Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 101985 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 510(@200wpm)___ 408(@250wpm)___ 340(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101985 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 510(@200wpm)___ 408(@250wpm)___ 340(@300wpm)
But no. Because she didn’t learn after the first time, did she? So obviously, that method isn’t going to get me anywhere. The fact that she keeps putting me in this position sets my blood to boiling as I start out from my room, almost running for the door. She’s already closed it, and the alarm is set again. I punch in the code and fling the door open. The elevator doors are sliding shut.
So I take the stairs. By the time I reach the lobby, her elevator is arriving. I position myself near the doors and lean against the wall, arms folded.
She strides out of the car, and for a second, I feel sorry for her. She’s proud of herself. She thinks she got away with something.
Until she catches a glimpse of me. Falling back a step, she lets out a little whimper. It has the strangest effect on me. On one hand, I hate to see the disappointment written on her face.
On the other hand? The fact that she’s more than a little afraid makes my cock jump. What kind of person does that make me, getting off on her fear?
I seize on that, taking her by the waist and pulling her back into the elevator car. “You’re determined to piss me off, aren’t you? What? Did you think I didn’t know you had something up your sleeve? Like I couldn’t tell you were scheming all day?”
“It’s just to study!”
“Bullshit. If you wanted to study with people, you could have said something. But no, you’re going out to party.”
“I am not! I was meeting up with—” Her mouth snaps shut, her eyes lowering to the floor of the elevator car.
“Meeting up with who?” I loom over her, my chest almost brushing up against her shoulder. That’s how close we are, and I can’t pretend the proximity isn’t doing something to me. I can feel her apprehension like it’s soaking into me, and all it does is make me want to punish her. Like I’m feeding on her disappointment. Her fear of me.
Let her be afraid. Maybe that will get it through to her. “Answer me. Who were you meeting up with?”
“None of your fucking business.” But there’s a tremble in her voice, and she doesn’t sound nearly as strong as she did before. She’s trying her hardest to stay strong, but she’s failing.
“Don’t bother.” The doors open, and I take her bicep in a vise grip, hauling her over to the apartment door. “I know who you were meeting. That asshole from earlier today, right? What? Did he tell you he wanted to talk about your group project?”
“So what if he did?” The second we’re inside, she yanks herself free—then, because she’s clearly lost her mind, she puts both hands against my chest and shoves as hard as she can. Not that it does much, but it’s the first time she’s ever tried something like that.
“Oh? Do you want to play it rough?” Fear blooms in her eyes when I take her by both wrists, hauling her in close. “That’s how you like it? Maybe that’s what will get through to you. If I push you around a little bit. Maybe that’s what will get you to behave yourself.”
“Release me,” she mutters through clenched teeth. “Now.”
“Or what? What are you going to do, princess?” I have to remind myself not to get off on this, but being this close to her, feeling the way she squirms against me as I pull her across the living room to the sofa, has me hard as a rock by the time I sit down, pulling her with me.
“What are you doing?” she asks after she flops down across my thighs.
“I’m making sure you remember next time some douchebag asks you over to his apartment. There are rules you’re expected to follow.” She can struggle all she wants, but she’s no match for me. I hardly have to try to get her over my knee, ass in the air.
“Stop it! You can’t be serious!” She kicks her feet and slaps at my legs with both hands, but it’s no use. There I was, thinking I’d eventually explode and have to fuck her senseless. I didn’t imagine spanking her would be my outlet instead.
“This is the only way you’re going to learn.” But I’m not going to give her any of that bullshit about it hurting me worse than it hurts her. This isn’t hurting me at all. In fact, the first slap against her firm little ass is almost enough to release some of the tension I’ve been carrying around all these months.
She yelps and tries to claw at my other leg. “Stop it! Right now. I’m serious, Zeke!” She almost has to twist her head all the way around to look up at me. There are tears in her eyes, and my God, it only makes me want more. I deliver another blow—not nearly as hard as I could manage, but hard enough that the crack of my hand against her flesh echoes through the room.