Bad Men - Piper Stone Page 0,26

difficult to wait his turn. I shifted into position, bringing the belt down twice, my aim exactly where I wanted it.

Lindsey kicked her legs, finally curling them in an effort to prevent any additional smacks.

“None of that or we start over.” I pushed both down, gently caressing her bottom before delivering four strikes in a row.

She moaned into the pillow, wiggling from side to side.

My heart continued pounding like a jackhammer, all the filthy images I’d had circling in my mind. There was something powerful about giving a woman a spanking. While the thought might make me sound like some barbaric asshole, I’d craved owning a submissive for one hell of a long time. I smacked her two additional times before brushing the tips of my fingers down her legs, my mouth watering at the sight of her pretty pink pussy. Her skin was already turning a warm blush, a color I adored on a woman.

“When you don’t obey, you will get spanked by one or both of us. I hope that’s clear,” I said in a husky voice before handing over the belt to Diego.

“Yes. Okay? I’m sorry I tried to run. I won’t do it again,” she huffed.

Diego gave her one solid crack, catching her upper thighs.

“Ouch!” she yelped.

“Yes?” he repeated as he pulled hair from her face and peered down at her.

I didn’t need to see her face to know she was incensed. The little minx refused to stop being rebellious. Why the fuck did that excite me so much? I leaned against the dresser, watching the two of them interacting. Nope. I didn’t like it one damn bit, but I was stuck with the man.

For now.

I’d make certain we never worked together again, just on principle if nothing else. As if I was any better than he was.

“Fine. Yes. Sir,” she said between clenched teeth.

“She can learn. We might be making progress after all.” Diego grinned as he looked in my direction, narrowing his eyes after noticing whatever harsh expression I was wearing.

When he gave her several more, one coming after another, I was forced to realize that my body jumped every time the strap made contact with her skin. Even my pulse had clicked into high velocity, my mouth dry as a freaking desert.

Hell. That didn’t bode well. I would need to shut down once again around her, even consider her akin to the enemy. The ugly reason?

Diego wasn’t the only one who found himself caring about her. With every conversation, every touch I had with her, she was breaking down the walls I’d carefully placed around me. Fuck it. I refused to care about anyone for any reason.

No matter how beautiful the temptress.

Chapter 5

Lindsey

Neanderthal.

That’s the only way I could think about both men. Yes, I’d attempted to run away, figuring it was likely my last chance. Yes, I’d defied their orders. Yes, I hadn’t even thought about taking a weapon with me, not that I could have gotten ahold of one. However, I had paid attention when the odd little man had brought us here. I was good with directions, something few men ever gave a woman credit for. I’d found what I thought was the location of where someone might be able to help me.

But I’d overestimated my abilities.

Now I was being spanked like a bad little girl.

Again.

For a second time.

And worse, I was just as excited as I’d been before. The way both men drank me in with their eyes was thrilling, although I’d never felt so vulnerable in my life. However, through the haze of lust and uncertainty, I knew both men would protect me with their lives.

Without a doubt, I was crazy as a loon. There was no reason to believe that, except if they’d wanted to sell me off to another monster, I would guess they’d have done that by now. Were we safe? I knew better than to think we could be while still in the country, or even on the continent.

I buried my face into the pillow, refusing to show any emotion, even though the pain of the spanking had shifted down my legs, curling my toes. Both men knew exactly what they were doing, making certain I wouldn’t be able to sit for a full day, maybe longer. As far as giving them respect? They didn’t know me very well.

I’d been the ballbuster all throughout school, getting myself into trouble more than any other girl. I know my parents had been called more than once in