Chapter 6
CHAPTER 6
R onan
I tightened my grip on the steering wheel, my lips curling into a faint, humorless smile as the city blurred past.
Kiera was going to get what was coming to her.
Tonight.
I should have been irritated. Furious, even. Marco Benedetti wasn’t just some nobody—he was one of those slimy little shitheads who acted untouchable because daddy had money, and picking a fight with him was the kind of rookie mistake no one with half a brain should have made.
But Kiera?
She’d stormed headfirst into it, proud as ever, waving her moral high ground like a red flag in front of a bull. She didn’t know how to back down. Didn’t know when to walk away.
And that was exactly why she was going to end up over my knee with a bright red ass in just a little while.
The thought sent a rush of heat through me, settling low in my gut and making my cock twitch. I didn’t try to push it away.
She deserved it. Christ, she deserved to be punished until there were pretty little tears dripping down her cheeks. Picking a fight with a Benedetti, dragging Leena into it, and then calling me— me —to clean up her mess?
I exhaled through my nose, my thumb tapping idly against the steering wheel as I turned onto her street. She didn’t even realize what she’d done, calling me like this. Asking for my help. Putting herself squarely in my debt. She thought this was about Benedetti, about her scholarship, about saving her precious future.
She didn’t realize it was about me.
I didn’t do favors. Not for free. I wasn’t going to just bail her out and not take her as good and hard as I pleased.
She could have walked away from that club, kept her mouth shut, let someone else deal with Marco’s wandering hands. But no, she had to be the hero. She had to stick her nose where it didn’t belong, and now she was going to learn what happens when you step out of line.
I was going to enjoy this.
The image of her bare assed over my knee played in my mind, vivid and unshakable. It would start with her standing in front of me, arms crossed, fire in her eyes, trying to argue her way out of what we both knew she deserved. And then the moment when she realized—when it finally sank in—that she was going to be punished. That there was no talking her way out of this.
That there would be no telling me no.
I could already picture her cheeks flushed with anger, her voice shaking as she tried to act defiant. The way she’d stammer when I dragged her over my lap and bared that tight little bubble butt.
She’d fight me, of course. I was looking forward to that, actually. Immensely.
The thought alone made my chest tighten, my grip on the wheel flexing.
I pulled up outside her building, the tires crunching softly against the curb. I could see the faint silhouette of her pacing back and forth visible through the curtains of her bedroom.
She was nervous.
Good.
She should be.
I let the engine idle as I leaned back in the seat, tapping my fingers against the gearshift. I’d give her a minute. Let her sit with that nervous energy, let her think about what was coming. It was better that way.
Kiera thought she could handle me. She always had. But by the time this night was over, she’d know better.
With a faint smirk, I killed the engine, slid my coat off the passenger seat, and stepped out of the car.
It was time to teach Kiera Delaney a lesson she wouldn’t soon forget.