I’m not sure how I feel about this.

Then he brushes a finger over my opening and lets out a low growl. “Wet already.”

I begin to glance over my shoulder when he spanks me again, and this time my abdomen clenches hard, and a moan slips over my lips.

My mind tells me I should be offended and demand he stops, but my body flushes with heat, and it leaves me a little confused.

Demitri leans over my back and presses a kiss to my shoulder, and then I feel his hand between my legs again as his finger rubs around my entrance. “You’re loving this punishment way too much, Malyshka.”

Malyshka.

God, I missed hearing him call me that.

I push my butt into the air, trying to get him to give me more, but instead, he pulls away from me.

He lets out a chuckle. “I’m not going to let you come.”

What?

“Not until we’ve talked about everything without you lying to me.”

I can work with that.

He places his hand on my left ass cheek and begins to rub my heated skin. “Tell me again why you left.”

I take a deep breath and rest my cheek on the pillow. “Because I distracted you, and you almost died.”

The sound of Demitri’s hand connecting with my butt is loud, and then it stings like hell, and it draws a cry from me. Just as anger explodes in my chest, he pushes a finger inside me, and the intensity of how good it feels douses my temper instantly.

Hello, whiplash, my old friend.

As Demitri fingers me, he leans over me again until his mouth is by my ear. “It wasn’t your fault.”

I turn my head more and meet his eyes. I don’t know what he sees on my face, but it makes him pull back, and then he spanks me again.

Desire spreads through my body like a destructive force, and my breath explodes over my lips.

“Say it,” he demands.

“What?” I gasp, my ass literally on fire.

“That it wasn’t your fault I got shot.” He’s back to massaging my tender skin, and it makes me feel emotional.

When I take too long to say the words, he spanks the other cheek damn hard, and I smother the cry against the pillow.

Tears sneak out of my eyes, and my emotions are all over the place when Demitri begins to rub my clit. My hips instantly buck against his hand, begging for more friction.

God, I’m insane. There’s no doubt anymore.

Pleasure begins to tighten my muscles, and I moan from how good it feels, and then he freaking stops.

“I swear, the second I’m back in Seattle, I’m freaking running,” I threaten him.

Demitri lets out a chuckle. “I’ve got news for you, Malyshka. You’re not going back to Seattle.”

“What?” I gasp.

He slaps my clit, and my brain short circuits.

Holy. Shit.

“Say it,” he demands.

“Ah… what was I supposed to say again?” My voice is breathless, my body trembling from the conflicting things he’s making me feel.