Ella

Every instinct I possess is telling me to get away from Sinclair as fast as I can, but he catches me around the wa!st before I can move two feet. I know I’ve made a terrible mistake, and I don’t have any idea where the impulse to strike him came from. I’ve never raised a hand against anyone in my life, and certainly not a man as dangerous as Sinclair – a predator who could snap me up in one bite.

When I’m yanked to a stop in his arms, I panic. “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean it, I don’t know what happened.” I exclaim, squirming despite my injuries. He lugs me up against his chest, keeping my body flush against him.

Sinclair emits a dark chuckle, and I realize he hasn’t lost his temper. Far from it, he’s entirely in control, but he’s also not going to let me get away with hitting him.

Tsk, sweet Ella, I know exactly what happened.” He purrs, “but you’re not sorry – not yet anyway.” His lips graze my ear, his deep voice turning my insides to jelly, “But you will be”

“Dominic please-“I beg, squirming in his arms, desperately trying to free myself from his grasp.

“I warned you, Iittle one. This was your last strike.”

He answers coolly, “Now stop wriggling before you hurt yourself.”

At once I’m struck by the difference I feel being trapped in his arms. If one of those rogues had caught me, I would have been too afraid to anger them to risk rebelling. After all, I’ve experienced the dreadful paralysis that occurs when you’re too terrified to fight back against an attacker more than once. Yet I feel no such fear with Sinclair. I know he means to punish me, and yet I feel completely safe.

The ball gown is stripped from my body, and Sinclair settles on the bed, laying my body face down over his lap. “What are you doing?” I whimper, trying to rear up.

One of Sinclair’s massive palms settles at the base of my spine, holding me in place as his free hand traces the curve of my bare bottom. “What do you think I’m doing?” He inquires, sounding as though he’s taking far too much pleasure in this.

“You can’t be serious!” I protest, “This is barbaric!

I’m not a child!”

thighs swell and plump with rushing blood. “you’re not a

pregnant,”I remind him, hoping he’ll take

me sweetheart, if spankings harmed unborn pups my

tense muscles of my lower back. “Breeding she-wolves need to feel

could truly be in this predicament. I’ve known plenty of punishments in my time, but none like this. None from someone who actually cares about me, and none that excite me despite my better

twisted were-friends, but I’m not into that sort of thing!” I insist, trying to ignore the flames engulfing my body. I can feel myself growing wet already, and I’m horrified when Sinclair scents the

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close to my swollen s3x. No, no, no. I think. It’s too embarrassing! I’m sure I’ve never been this turned on in my life – but what does that say about me?

his reach. “This isn’t fair, Why am I still

rear up, crying out in protest. I’m sure Sinclair is only using

and beat my fists against Sinclair’s th!ghs, but he easily restrains me. This is so confusing, how can l feel safer being confined by his strong arms than I did when I was lashing out wildly ? He lands another swat, on the opposite cheek this time – spreading the heat over my raised bvttocks equally. He starts

he’s doing this and yet more turned on than I can

wrong with me. I decide. Only someone deeply disturbed would enjoy this. He’s actually sp*nking me, like I’m a naughty child instead of the mother of his baby. The worst part is his deliciously dirty words, telling me what a bad girl l’ve been, scolding me for my misbehavior and yet praising my ar0usal – telling me how natural it is, how delicious

escape his hold, until I submit to his discipline and let go of my own control . When his relentless swats finally slow, I catch

over?” l ask miserably, trying to sound as pitiful

now. “But you need to cry, Ella. You need to deal with the

don’t want to.”I m0an, feeling very

stroking my spine. “And afterwards

to cry.” I

not?” Sinclair asks. “What’s so

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