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I didn’t have to have sex with him.”
    The distinct sound of footsteps drew closer and stopped just outside her door. She froze, waiting. She’d locked it in the hope of keeping him out, but when she heard the unmistakable sound of the panel being pulled free and the ding of the door being unlocked, she knew her hopes had been for naught. He’d unlocked the door from the outside.
    The door slid open, and Haydrien stepped in. His tall, broad frame practically filled the room and made her feel very, very small. Not many men did that to her, and the thought unsettled her much more than she wanted to admit.
    Anger flashed in his whiskey-colored eyes, and his lips were set in a firm, tight line. She lifted her chin. “Don’t you know how to knock?”
    “Didn’t I tell you not to leave the galley?” he bellowed.
    Jack flinched despite herself.
    “I think it’s time you finally suffered the consequences,” he growled.
    Jack took a step back. “Don’t you dare.”
    “Come here, Jacquelyn.”
    The way he said her name, making the -lyn sound like lean made the butterflies in her stomach flutter, especially when he said it in such a deep, resonating voice.
    “No,” she said.
    “Don’t make me come get you.”
    She frowned. He made her feel like a child who tried to run from a spanking.
    “If you think I’m going to just lie across your lap so you can slap my behind, you’re nuts!”
    “Who said anything about laying you across my lap?” he snarled.
    Haydrien took a step toward her. Jack easily dodged his outstretched hand. He reached out again, but this time when she jumped to miss his grip, he anticipated her move. He wrapped his fingers around her wrist and pulled her toward him.
    Jack struggled to get out of his hold to no avail. He was just too strong, and she winced at the pain his hold on her wrist caused.
    “You’re hurting me,” she snapped as she tried to jerk her arm free.
    “I haven’t even begun to hurt you yet, sub.”
    Jack’s stomach dropped. What the hell did he have in mind?
    She didn’t have to wait for an answer long. He walked her backward toward the chair by the window. He turned her, facing her away from him. Without any warning, he shoved her onto the chair so her stomach was against the back.
    “Bend over,” he ordered.
    “What?” She squealed as he put his hand between her shoulder blades and pushed, forcing her over the back of the chair.
    Jack struggled to get upright, but Haydrien kept one hand between her shoulder blades, holding her down. She shoved against the chair, but Haydrien’s hold was too strong. With a growl of aggravation, she began to yell obscenities at him.
    “Yell all you want,” he said just before jerking her pants down and exposing her bare ass to the flat of his hand.
    “Wait! What the hell are you doing?”
    She tried to turn her head, but the way he held her down, she could hardly move. Her heart raced as the cool air of the room hit her naked behind. The first slap of his palm against her ass caught her by surprise, and she cried out as the sting burned all the way down the backs of her legs.
    “You son of a—”
    Another slap cut her off, and she moaned at the pain that raced up her spine. Mortification tightened her chest. Tears stung her eyes.
    “Damn it! Let me up!” She screamed, then groaned as he again slapped against her sensitive flesh.
    She was going to kill him for this. A slow, painful death.
    He slapped her once more, this time, landing his palm against the other ass cheek. She didn’t know whether to breathe a sigh of relief he hadn’t hit the first one a third time or cry out at the sharp sting to the other side.
    “Okay. You’ve made your point,” she snapped.
    “Not yet,” he growled.
    He hit her again, this time harder, and Jack’s whole body jerked with the pleasure-pain that snaked up her spine. Oh, God. This couldn’t be happening.
    Desire began to build inside her, rising with each slap of his hand against her