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received his rhythmic slaps. Experimentally, Gabriel touched her buttocks with the tips of his fingers, feeling the heat that still clung to her tender flesh.
    The touch of his hands on her painful skin woke Lydia with a start. She caught her breath on a gasp, her hand fumbling automatically for the sheet to cover herself. Her dark eyes clashed with his through the dusky light, flashing with irritation.
    “What?” she snapped. “What do you want now?”
    For some odd reason, her annoyance stung him, despite the fact that his authority had been well established. His mouth tightened as a responding rush of displeasure rose inside him.
    “Whatever I want, Lydia,” he said coldly, “I will take. Have you not accepted that yet?”
    Her response appeared in rebellious depths of her eyes. “Go on, then,” she flung back. “Get it over with.”
    Gabriel was silent for a moment, his gaze raking over her with a mixture of disgust and disappointment. “You would act so unwilling, would you? After riding out your pleasure in front of us all?”
    A burn of embarrassment appeared on Lydia’s cheeks, but she didn’t falter in her hostile stare. “You don’t think you did the same thing?”
    Gabriel frowned. “You’re forgetting yourself, Lydia. I suggest you don’t let this happen very often.”
    “You let them do that to me!” Lydia snapped. “You loved watching it, didn’t you?”
    “Of course I did.”
    The honesty of his response seemed to startle her. “But how could you let that happen?”
    “You mean to tell me you didn’t enjoy it?”
    “No! I mean, I…I didn’t want to be humiliated.”
    “Hmm. You appeared to be enjoying it well enough from my perspective. As I did.” His eyes grew cold. “And remember, Lydia, you have a position in this household that you are not to countermand. A position to which you have willingly agreed.”
    “I don’t…”
    “Stop it. Now turn over.”
    Lydia’s jaw tightened as she glared at him. “What for?”
    “Don’t argue with me. Turn over.”
    With an irritated huff, Lydia flipped over onto her stomach, burying her face in the feathery pillow.
    Gabriel reached out and slid the sheet over her rounded hips, baring her inflamed buttocks to the night air and his gaze. He touched one of her fleshy cushions again, making her body jerk in reaction. A muffled groan emerged from the pillow when his fingers pressed against the other cheek.
    “Hurts, does it?” he asked.
    “You know damn well it hurts,” Lydia hissed. “That man has a hand of iron.”
    “Mmm. You should be grateful he only used his hand.”
    Gabriel edged his fingertips between the lush curves of her bottom cheeks, pulling them apart to expose the dark furrow between them and the taut ring of her anus.
    Lydia let out a gasp of surprise when Gabriel’s forefinger began to encircle the forbidden orifice. He commanded her to remain silent as he knelt on the bed beside her prone body. His penis pulsed with an insistent rhythm inside his trousers as thoughts of sinking into her creamy wetness flooded his mind.
    His hand slipped lower, seeking the smooth dampness of her sex, the silken folds of her labia and the bud of her clitoris. He pressed on Lydia’s lower back with his other hand, pushing her into the mattress so the globes of her buttocks jutted upward.
    He soon realized the difficulty of exploring her charming secrets with only one hand and remedied the situation by straddling her lower back. His hard bulge brushed against the slope of her bottom crevice, causing her to twist underneath him.
    “Gabriel…”
    “Hush, Lydia.” Seated as he was facing the delectable sight of Lydia’s upthrust bottom, Gabriel spread her cheeks apart again and began to study her more thoroughly.
    Moisture seeped from her hidden lips, filling his head with the musky scent of her arousal. The delicate puckered rosebud just above her glistening sex contracted in defense when he attempted to invade it with his