Bad Men - Piper Stone Page 0,7

flesh-eating disease. But there was also something else that pissed me off even more.

Electricity.

An explosive longing.

I was on fire from the scent of him, his dominating touch and the way he took charge. My God, what was wrong with me? My entire body had betrayed me, my nipples aching to the point of sheer anguish. And that sickened me to the core. Instead of cowering, which is exactly what he wanted, I reacted, giving him a hard slap across his face.

The force was enough his head snapped away, even as his grip continued to be firm. When he shifted his gaze back in my direction, the combination of rage and burning hunger wasn’t just disconcerting, it was maddening.

Then he smiled, inhaling in an exaggerated manner. I felt a swarm of butterflies filling my stomach even as I continued to shake.

I refused to stop struggling, finally breaking free. Then I bolted toward the door. I knew in my heart that I was going nowhere, but in my mind, something seemed to snap. I was shaken to the core by what had happened, the fight or flight bridging the surface.

The Spaniard grabbed me, almost snapping my wrist from the force he used as he pulled me toward him, making a tsking sound. “Not so fast, Doctor,” he said harshly. “One way or the other, you need to realize that fighting us isn’t in your best interest.”

I managed to pummel my fist against his chest, prepared to strike him when he grabbed my other hand. “I don’t know you and I certainly can’t trust you,” I hissed.

“You really don’t seem to understand your predicament. I’m already getting weary of your tantrums. I have no doubt my partner is as well.”

He seemed to let me go and I stumbled backward and directly into the blond’s arms.

“I told you that if you don’t obey that you would be punished. And princess, I always keep my promises.” The blond dragged me with him, thumping down onto the cot and immediately yanking me over his lap. The thin lace from the thong I’d been forced to wear wasn’t going to be any protection.

“What the hell are you doing?” I screeched, flailing hard.

“Teaching you a valuable lesson.” He tugged on the string positioned between my ass cheeks, toying with me for several seconds.

“No. No!”

“Hell, yes. This kind of thing can’t happen. The sooner you realize that, the better.” He yanked the nightgown up to my waist, bringing his hand down in a swift, brutal manner.

I was shocked, the wind knocked out of me from the realization of what he was doing. The bastard was spanking me. For a few seconds, I was paralyzed, unable to do a damn thing. Even worse was the feel of his hard cock throbbing against my tummy. He was aroused by what he was doing. Bile rushed to my throat as I started to fight in earnest.

“Nope. We’re having none of that,” the blond hissed, grabbing and yanking my wrist to the small of my back before wrapping his massive leg over both of mine.

There was no way I was going anywhere.

“You will learn not to fight us or there will be consequences,” he continued.

I couldn’t believe he was spanking me like some child.

I sucked in my breath as he brought his palm down in even strikes, one coming after the other. The sensations shifted from sharp stings to mind-blowing pain driving down the backs of my legs. Small wails erupted from my lips, although I clamped my mouth shut. He didn’t deserve to know I was rattled as hell, incapable of rationalizing what on Earth was going on.

The sound of his palm snapping against my skin was almost as unnerving, the noise muffled yet still managing to echo in my ears.

When the pain became blinding, I could no longer keep a series of moans from bubbling up from my throat.

“Oh. Oh…”

“That’s what bad girls get for their first offense,” the blond whispered in a husky tone.

I realized my legs were parted and when he ran the tip of his finger down the crack of my ass, a whimper escaped my mouth.

“The second offense will be worse,” the Spaniard added, his tone gravelly as if dripping with desire.

“Fuck you!” I snapped, refusing to give in.

“She’s wet for us, but she has a nasty mouth and a bratty attitude.”

“I think we need to fix that,” the Spaniard retorted. “While we have work to do, I think she needs a hefty round of discipline.”

“Yes. The