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lied before he could start in on her. Though he had no say in her actions, she hoped to sidetrack the coming diatribe. Sometimes men were so predictable, especially if they were in security or were cops. Judging from his clothes, he’d come straight from work and was probably in full protection mode.
    “No, you didn’t,” he countered. “Too bad for you. Time to face the consequences.”
    Swiftly, he scooped her up onto his shoulder and headed down the hallway. Her door swooshed shut, immediately locking. Her eyes closed as she sighed. It would be a pain in the ass to get back inside once she freed herself from this galoot. “Kellon, let me down!” she demanded, smacking his back. “You can’t do this. You have no right—”
    “The hell I don’t,” he growled. “This farce is over. You belong with me.”
    “I do not ! We’re not compatible. The contract is broken. I have a new Master—”
    “Silence!”
    Syb gasped as Kellon’s hand clapped down on her ass, the smack sending a faint burn through her. She wanted more—on her naked skin. She’d do whatever he wanted if only he’d do it again.
    “Put me down,” she insisted then bit her lip as she chose her next words. “Peter will—”
    Another smack on her ass.
    It resounded through the stairwell as he headed downstairs. So did her groan of pleasure and her excited breathing. There was no way he could miss her reaction.
    “Peter’s gay,” Kellon replied. “Don’t feed me that line of bull. You had to know I’d check up on him.”
    “He’s bisexual. I’m not lying,” she protested when he spanked her again, though why she complained she couldn’t really say. He could keep smacking his hand on her ass for the next hour and she wouldn’t be unhappy. Please God, let this be real. Don’t let me be dreaming.
    If he was willing to take this step, then she was willing to see where things went. Still, it seemed too good to be true. He’d always so strenuously objected…
    “Kellon, what’s—”
    And yet another clap of his palm. Deep arousal began to twist in her womb while her cream flowed into her pussy.
    Before this went further, she had to confess. Obviously, her plan had failed, even if it seemed a successful failure. She wanted him to know the truth, even if it wasn’t what he wanted to hear. “About Peter—”
    “I know about Peter,” he replied, gifting her with another blow in the same spot.  “Sources say he’s gay though you claim he’s bisexual. Did you sleep with him?”
    “No.” It would be a deal breaker if she had—which she truly hadn’t. Even if Peter had offered, she wouldn’t have been able to go to his bed. He wasn’t what she wanted. “He’s practically my brother.”
    Kellon didn’t reply, but his hand smoothed up her thigh. His fingertips slipped into the hole in the fabric on her thigh and pushed upward to her ass. The old denim hissed as it ripped around his exploration.
    “Yes,” she moaned as his fingernails drew a line down the exposed cheek. What had gotten into him? Whatever it was, she didn’t want him to stop. He caressed and scratched her all the way to his car. She jumped when his thumb dipped down to press her between her buttocks, and that earned her another thump on the rear.
    “Stop squirming,” he demanded. “I am the one controlling this. Stop trying to direct me. Understand?”
    “Yes, Sir,” she answered, conceding to his power. Her insides quivered at this turning point. He might never pull her over his knees and spank her, but at least, he was trying. He was fighting for their relationship.
    She didn’t argue or question him when he put her in the passenger side of his black Lexus. Automatically, she sank back into the seat and fastened the belt. She didn’t ask where they were going. Kellon was in charge. Despite everything, she trusted him.
    He circled the vehicle and nodded when he saw she’d already secured the restraint. The car purred to life, and soon, they were