It was a while before he was able to coax her out of a locked bathroom and persuade her to rest. He lay on the bed with her until she fell asleep and returned to his study to conduct some research and work. An hour later he had made an appointment with the prominent UK Consultant regarding FND and informed him that he would be flying him up to Hanover Castle to assess Scarlett privately.
Early evening approached and Alexander returned to the bedroom to see if Scarlett was awake. But when he got there she was nowhere to be seen. Worried, he glanced out of the window and spied her carrying a small suitcase down the drive. It was raining hard and she was getting soaking wet.
Alexander ran after her into the rain. Where the hell was she going? She must know by now she couldn’t escape him. When was she going to accept what she wanted from him? He was terrified if she made it out of the drive and away, Litvenko could pick her up and he would never see her again.
The rain was getting heavier. It was a downpour. He couldn’t let her go any further or she would catch her death. Exerting his superior male strength, he caught up with her fast. He took hold of her arm and swung her around to face him.
“Let me go. I won’t stay here with you anymore. I can’t be what you want,” she screamed. “I won’t let you be saddled with an invalid like me.”
“I am not letting you run out on me. I know you want this,” his American accent sounded stronger than normal. It always did when he was angry or frustrated. “I want you. I don’t give a damn about your condition. You are perfect. I am not letting you walk out of here and into danger.”
“No. I can’t have this. I can’t do this to you. Let me go.”
He tugged her arm when she tried to pull away. It appeared to infuriate her. She growled and turned to slap his face to force him to let go of her. Her slap made hard contact with his face in the rain. The sting was brief but enough to propel him into the next gear and stir his feral need for her. Roughly, he caught hold of her other arm and pulled her to his chest.
“It takes much more than that to get rid of me,” he growled in her face. “I have already told you that. I am not letting you go even if I have to cage you.”
Fear lit her baby blue eyes, widening them. Her face paled. The urge to soothe her was strong but he couldn’t back down now. Holding her arms he walked forward making her walk backwards until her back hit the bark of an oak tree. She was shivering with the cold and the rain had soaked her pretty white spring dress right through, so much so, her taut cold nipples were doing their best to poke through her bra and the garment. It fired his need for her even further, but the lesson had to be taught first.
“Time to surrender, little one.”
He took hold of the front of her dress, easily knocking her hands away to rip it open. Her body jolted and a large cry of surprise shouted from her lips. The rain seemed to fall heavier and he was going to take advantage of its presence.
He ripped the material down her body and roughly tore it from her in shreds. She just stared at him, whimpering. He removed the remnants and tossed them to the ground into the pool of mud that had gathered around them. She tried to cover her bra-clad breasts and body but he took her arm again and propelled her downwards until she landed gently and safely on all fours right in the middle of the large pool of mud. That made her angry and her fight return, he knew she hated being dirty. He grinned when she started to curse him as she looked at her hands, knees and splattered legs covered in the gloopy-wet substance.
Bending forward over her fallen figure he wasted no time in undoing the catch of her bra and taking it from her body. She did her best to hang on to it but out done by his guile and strength, it soon lay in the mud next to her.
“What are you doing?” She was furious, clutching with her mud-covered hands at her beautifully plump, naked breasts swinging beneath her.
“Stripping you for your lesson,” he coldly informed her.
He tucked his fingers down the back of her flimsy, white lace thong and in one motion pulled it down over her bottom to tear it from her body and bare her bottom for the spanking he was about to give her.
“I forbade you to wear these,” he shouted.
She gave an angry cry and picked up some of the mud around her to throw it at him. It hit his shirt, overcoat and suit jacket. He wanted to laugh but he had to follow through with the punishment.
“I was going to be lenient and use my hand to spank you, like I did when I first brought you home, but I think you need something a little stronger to bring the message home.”
He unbuckled his belt, while she tried to stand, and pulled it quickly out from the loops of his trousers.
“What are you doing?” she asked, a hint of fear in her tone as she watched him pull the leather belt out and fold it over.
“I am going to whip you into shape, my darling,” he told her with a wicked grin before walking towards her and pushing her back down onto all fours. He knelt down in the mud beside her and kept his hand firmly on her back to hold her steady in place while she cursed and
