She tensed. Was she finally getting it? Did she understand that in his world, he was at the top of the food chain? That there could be no c****s or weaknesses? Because they’d only be exploited.
He didn’t know how the hell he’d punish her. Though he knew what he wanted to do, and that was to pull her over his knee and spank her.
But he wouldn’t do that here . . . where someone else might see. No. No one was going to see that delectable ass but him.
Fuck. He’d never been this possessive of a woman before. Well, other than Angela. But he pushed thoughts of her aside.
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered.
“You’ll have to do better than that, Pequeña,” he whispered before stepping back and glaring down at her.
She kept her gaze down, her hands clenched in front of her.
The picture of subservience.
