Chapter 21
“What do you want? You want me to just stand here and let you pound on me? Well, think again, sister. What you need is a good spanking!”
“You wouldn’t dare!”
“Oh, no?” As quick as lightning, Jude grabbed her wrists, and held them tight behind her. While his gaze held her captive, he clenched his teeth, and said, “If you think I’m going to stand here and take your insults, as well as your pounding, you’re wrong. We can make this a spanking party if you want, but I don’t think a Boston iceberg would be up for that.”
He could feel her body trembling in his arms. Was it fear, or anger? Guilt began eating him up, and it seemed the only way to erase it was to kiss her, so he ravished her lips hungrily, not allowing her to break loose until she melted against him.
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