Cairstina Reilly was locked in silence when I found her.
When I ravaged my way through weak men to save her.
When I killed for her.
Now our fates are tangled together in a web of lies, danger, and betrayal.
I have to take her hostage.
Drag her from her silent, private world,
And force her into mine.
In my Clan’s enclave deep in the wild Scottish Highlands,
no one will find us and our secret will be safe…
But I’m not the only one with secrets.
Cairstina thinks her silence will protect her.
But only I can do that.
And the sooner my bonnie lass learns to trust me,
The sooner I can set her free from everything that’s held her captive…
Everything except me.
"Do you want me to touch you?” She nods vehemently, and swallows as she grabs at my hand again.
“Ah, ah,” I tease. “You were a naughty girl today. It won’t be that easy.”
She frowns and gives me a questioning look.
“Did you give me the book when I asked earlier?” She bites her lip and shakes her head. “Did you smack me in the kitchen when I teased you?” She squeezes her eyes shut.
“Look at me, lass.”
I’m not angry with her, but I have been waiting for an excuse to punish her. I want to feel her skin beneath my palm. I want to see her cry out in pain before I make it better.
She obeys, opening her wide blue eyes to capture mine.
“You know what I’ve told you.” She nods. The next thing I know, she’s scrambling up onto her knees, practically throwing herself over the arm of the couch. She wriggles her little heart-shaped arse, offering herself to be punished.
Jesus.
“You think I should give you the spanking you’ve earned?”
She nods, pretending to be repentant, but I can tell how badly she wants this.
“It must not be proper punishment if you want it. I ought to do a better job this time.”
I stand beside her, place my palm on her lower back, then slam my hand against the fullest part of her arse. Her head snaps back, and I spank her again. My handprint blooms against her pale white skin, a pink-shaped mark that makes my cock throb.
I rub the place I’ve just spanked. “I think you like your spanking, don’t you?”
USA Today bestselling author Jane Henry pens stern but loving alpha heroes, feisty heroines, and emotion-driven happily-ever-afters. She writes what she loves to read: kink with a tender touch. Jane is a hopeless romantic who lives on the East Coast with a houseful of children and her very own Prince Charming.
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