Who wants to marry a complete stranger? No matter how gorgeous the man is or how mind-blowing his kisses are, Dean is still a stranger. I know nothing about him. Shoot, I don’t even know his last name and yet I’m to be taking it as mine.
A knock on the door startles me from my thoughts and I pull my pillow over my head. “Go away,” I grumble.
When the knock comes again, this time more demanding, I grasp hold of my pillow and chuck it off the bed. I sit up in bed and scream loudly for them to leave me alone. Flopping back down on the bed, I stare at the ceiling and fume. Why can’t they get the hint I don’t want to be around anyone?
The knocking stops and the next thing I know my door is kicked in and in steps Dean.
“What the hell?” I screech, sitting up in my bed and pulling my knees to my chest.
“My question exactly, you’re in here throwing a fucking temper tantrum I would expect from my cousin’s son who is a child. Not the woman I’m marrying,” Dean growls as he prowls toward the bed. His gaze looking like one of a fierce lion stalking its prey. Reaching out, he snags my ankle and yanks me across the bed, dragging me to where he wants me. I screech in protest only to have him glare at me.
Dean cages me in with his arms and my body begins to react to his warmth hovering over me. I can feel my heart thumping wildly in my chest. Please don’t let him hurt me, he seems extremely furious at the moment.
The feel of his chest touching mine slightly has my nipples hardening and I hope he doesn’t notice them. Or the way my breathing changes with him so close to me.
“You know, if I weren’t so pissed with you right now, this position we’re in would be going a different way. As it is, you are about to learn a lesson in what happens when you act as if you are a child instead of the delightful woman you are,” he says before standing, bringing me with him.
“My door was closed for a reason. I didn’t want to see anyone. Now leave,” I demand. My hands pressing into his chest to push him away from me.
“Not happening, sweetness. You and I are gonna have a heart to heart more or less.” He grins and pulls me with him to my window seat. Turning his back to the window, he sits on the bench that I’ve sat on many times simply staring out at the fields of green.
Confused as to why he moved us over here, I panic when he draws me closer only to place me over his knee.
“What are you doing?” I scream, gaining my wits at the same time the first smack lands against my rear. I jolt at the impact and try to stand up. To my dismay, he’s a lot stronger than I am and able to keep me from moving from his lap.
“I’m giving you your punishment. Told you to be a good girl, you didn’t listen,” he says as he places three more smacks against my ass only to soothe the sting after with his hand.
Dean repeats this movement two more times and with each smack my body grows taut with a need unlike any. Repeating this action twice more and with each smack my body grows taut with need. How can I be getting horny by him spanking my backside?
“Ready for the real punishment, mo chuisle? The spanking is merely a warm-up for what to expect,” he rasps. The hand he used to keep me in place tightens as the other slides my yoga pants down and exposes my ass for him to see. Before I can comprehend anything else, Dean delivers several more incessant smacks against my bottom, though never in the same spot.
His hand touching my skin causes my stomach to tense and I feel like I am going to combust into flames.
“Oh fuck, mo chuisle, not only were you not wearing panties but the sight of your ass turning a blushing pink from my hand has my dick throbbing against my zipper, demanding it be inside you,” he murmurs while rubbing his hand against the heated skin. “I wonder if I were to slide my hand further would I find you wet.”
Shivering, I bite my lip to keep from answering or making any other sounds.
“I bet I would,” he says right before landing one last smack to my ass. Pulling my yoga pants up, he lifts me off his lap, stands, and wraps his arms around my lower backside. His fingers trail slight circles along the skin where my shirt had risen. “Now you need something to eat and to get ready, wedding’s in a little over an hour and I don’t want you passing out on me. Go without eating again and I won’t just smack your ass, I’ll be doing something far more thrilling only to leave you without the bliss it will give you. Am I understood?”
Unable to find my voice, I give him a curt nod.
“Good girl,” he says and claims my mouth in another one of his mind-blowing kisses.
Lifting his head, he gives me a grin and lets me go. “Soon you’ll be mine and I can’t fuckin’ wait,” he murmurs and turns on his heel, leaving me standing there gaping after him.
My mind is completely boggled right now, and it seems to not want to clear through the haze Dean has caused. This is what he does to me and I don’t understand how he’s able to affect me so much.
Dammit, I’m screwed when it
