Two words from a killer will wreck her: “Baby Girl”

Their scars unite them. Their pain rhymes. Their passion cuts deep.

Former Air Force brat and sunny Santa Monica girl Sandy Fine is broken, but she’s put the pieces of herself back together well enough the gaps barely show. Former Special Forces Army Ranger Charlie—Cailean—Green is all the bad news she ever needed and quitting him might just kill her.

When Cailean brings his collared Rapunzel as a raven to The Unkindness—an exclusive Club ‘gathering’—horror sweeps in on a breeze. Time becomes their greatest enemy. Sandy’s strength is tested as is Cailean’s ability to protect the woman he loves.

This is book four in The Billionaire Spy series and can be enjoyed independently.

Publisher’s Note: This adult contemporary romance contains elements of action, adventure, mystery, suspense, possible triggers for some readers, power exchange and sensual scenes. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase.

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What had made her think she could handle another spanking tonight, she wondered? This was hellfire. The pain of it reaching deep into her muscles, and she had to sit at her desk like nothing was wrong the next day. There was no way her ergonomic office chair was comfortable enough for that. She’d have to bring a cushion to sit on, and how would she explain that to Mariana? Hemorrhoids maybe? She’d already need a scarf to hide the dark love bite Cailean had marked her with.

While she was thinking all this, through a stream of tears, Cailean had been positioning himself behind her. She was as surprised as delighted when she suddenly felt his thick cock enter her, without warning or preamble. She was less delighted when he gripped her hair in one hand like a rein, pulling to arch her back while his other hand gripped her thigh hard, his thumb pressing down on one welt the buckle had left on the side of her butt.

“I’m sorry, Daddy,” she whimpered, though she wasn’t sorry. She was glad. This felt so good, so spectacularly good. Any time he was inside her, she was happy.

“Don’t lie to me, baby girl,” he grunted as he thrust hard into her, pushing her hips right up against the edge of the sofa, yanking on her hair. “Your pussy’s a snitch.”

He let go of her hair, draping it over her head to leave her back bare, and bent over her on the couch to kiss her back. Then he rose again, grabbing both hips hard, and pulled as she pushed into him, his dick reaching the very depths of her, striking the door of her womb like the battering ram of an invading army. This was too much delicious pain. Her entire body shook from it.

“Can I come, Daddy, please?” she whined.

“No baby girl, you cannot,” he growled, pulling out just in time to shoot his cum on her back. She was in tears from the ache for completion. He straightened her up, so she stood by the sofa and swatted her butt a few more times, hard, with his hand. “Now tell me you’re sorry,” he said. “And mean it.”

“I’m sorry,” she blubbered.

He turned her around to face him, his expression stern. “Say you’ll do as you’re told, especially when I’m not here to make you do it.”

“I will do as I’m told,” Sandy said. “I promise.”

He pushed his ring finger and middle finger in her mouth, pressing down on her tongue, his pinky and index fingers pressed against her cheekbones and his thumb pressed against her jaw. “Don’t lie to me, Sandy. Ever. About anything. I’ll accept anything you tell me. But never, ever lie. And never break a promise.”

She nodded, her eyes fixed on his. Then he replaced his fingers with his tongue and he kissed her well and proper, one hand on her blistered butt, the other stroking her clit until she whimpered teetering on an orgasm again, his tongue lashing hers into submission. He knew what he was doing. He knew she couldn’t stop herself from coming if he kept it up. Sandy couldn’t ask for permission with his tongue in her mouth. She squeaked as best she could with his mouth covering hers, and he squeezed her punished buttock hard, digging his fingers in, while continuing to stroke her into a frenzy. Sandy pulled back from his mouth and before he could reclaim her, she pleaded, breathless, “I’m gonna… Daddy, I’m gonna…”

“No,” he commanded, shaking his head. He pulled his fingers away from her lower lips, ignoring her whimper, and swatted her ass one last time, before bending to pick up her shorts and thong and putting them back on her. Then he pulled up and straightened out his shorts and his jeans, put his terrible, mean, horrible, evil belt back on, buckled the devil of a buckle with the arrowhead and dagger on it, then gave Sandy a peck on the nose. “Stop pouting, baby girl. I’m starving. Let’s eat.”