CHAPTER TEN — DAVID
I can't believe her.
I look at her.
"Well, what do you have to say for yourself?" I ask, enraged.
I have never wanted to punish a woman so badly in my life.
She's red, like she's slightly embarrassed, but she takes a deep breath and then smiles. I don't know how she flips the switch from anger to calm so quickly. It's like she's the female version of Jekyll and Hyde.
"Well, if you wanted to hide your text messages, you should have put a lock on your phone," she says.
Before I know what I'm doing, I stand up, grab her wrist, and drag her behind me.
"What are you doing?" she squeals.
I don't say anything. I just pull her until we're out of the restaurant.
I pull her to the side of the building and spin her so that her back is against the wall.
"You better start explaining yourself right fucking now. And don't give me any sass, because I'm about five seconds away from losing it."
"Oh, yeah?" she says, cocking her head to the side and raising an eyebrow. "What would that look like? Playing an extra round of backgammon? Having two glasses of wine with dinner instead of one? I bet that would be really letting loose and going wild for you, wouldn't it, Grandpa?"
She smirks. She's taunting me. Suddenly, all rational thought goes out the window.
My eyes zero in on the curve of her breasts. Her lower lip. I notice the way her vein pulses in her neck, and I feel my mind disconnect from my body.
I lean in and grab her, a fistful of her hair. I yank it hard and she squeals. I look down and I see a flash of fear in her eyes.
Good.
I know I've crossed the line, and now that she's read those texts, she knows how I feel about her anyways. If she's gonna say something to someone, it's too late.
"No, sweetheart," I say, bringing my mouth close to her ears. "It'll look like me hauling your disrespectful little ass over my knee right now and spanking you until you're a crying hot mess."
I pull back and look at her. Her face is redder and her eyes are wide.
"Or is that what you want, little girl?" I ask.
"Are you doing this on purpose? Trying to rile me up so that I follow through on what I've been wanting to do?"
She shakes her head, but she's still grinning.
"Don't play dumb with me. You read my texts. Now it's all out in the open. You know what I've been thinking about doing to you for weeks."
Her cheeks redden, and I feel my jaw tighten. It's taking every ounce of willpower not to shove my cock into her disrespectful, bratty little pie hole.
"So is it that? Are you trying to give me an excuse to teach you a little lesson?"
I stare at her face. The words are spilling out of me now without me thinking about them beforehand.
I try to force myself to remember what my brother said, but it's too late. It's like I'm coasting downhill with no brakes.
There's nothing I can do now but enjoy the ride. I feel blood pumping against my temples. My cock strains hard against my pants, like it's begging to be set free.
I keep looking at her curves, her soft skin. And it's taking everything in me not to rip off that ridiculous little costume right now.
I bite down lightly against her ear, gently grazing my teeth. She shudders.
"Answer me," I say coldly. "Do you want me to teach you a lesson, princess? Yes or no."
She breathes in softly, and then says in the quietest voice I think I've ever heard, as quiet as a mouse:
"Yes."