“Put me down.” All out panicked. She dangled halfway down his back. His ass was even more sculpted up close. His glutes shifted and clenched with each long stride. She wasn’t just checking him out, was she? What was wrong with her? “Put me down.” She shouted and began to beat her fists on his lower back and on his ass. Damn him and his ass and his pecs and abs and… just damn him.

“Stop that.” A low growl that vibrated against her thighs, which were on his chest.

“Screw you!” she yelled.

“Stop! Or I will be forced to punish you.” He slapped her ass, hard. It stung. The patch immediately warmed up. She’d have a red hand mark for sure.

Candy made a yelping noise.

Torrent rubbed on the spot, almost tenderly. It made her squirm. It made her… uncomfortable. It felt good. What was wrong with her? Tears stung her eyes but she wasn’t about to cry.

He pushed open a door. It was at least twice the size of the one he’d almost broken. He slammed it shut, not as hard as before. It wasn’t easy being upside down but she tried to take in the space. Her head felt swollen from all her blood rushing to it.

The chamber was huge. It had a similar design and layout, only there was more of everything. More couches, a bigger kitchen, a huge tub and a huge… bed. There were feminine touches, yet it came together as masculine.

The bed was humungous, probably one and a half times a regular king size bed. It was a four poster bed carved from a dark wood. The sheets were black and looked like they might be silk. The room was designed in dark, masculine colors. Blues, greys and black dominated, as did big motifs and rich fabrics like velvet and…

She landed on the bed and bounced once. Candy turned, her eyes immediately locking with his as he got onto the bed as well. “What do you… ?”

“Be quiet and don’t move.”

“Like hell I…”

He smiled, it was predatory. “I enjoyed spanking that sexy ass of yours and would like nothing more than to put you over my knee and make you scream out with every hard whack.”

Shit! What the! She wanted to retaliate just to see if he would follow up on his threats but by the look in his eyes she knew he was deadly serious. The biggest problem was that the thought of him spanking her wasn’t nearly as horrible as it should’ve been. She was oddly turned on by his words. Candy didn’t move a muscle.

“That’s better.” Torrent kept his eyes on her as he moved closer to her.

What was he planning? She plastered herself against the sheets, which were indeed smooth, cool silk. Every muscle inside of her tensed.