Slamming the packhouse door closed, I carried a squirming Jade to my bedroom. Thank the f*****g goddess that Ellen had taken Kylie to bed because I had needed this night for so long. And I didn’t plan on Jade keeping quiet. I wanted to hear her crying my name and had been picturing it for the past nine years, though… not like this.
“Maddox,” she said between clenched teeth. “Let me go.”
After I shut and locked my bedroom door, I sat on the bed and bent her over my knee. She gasped when I laid my hand on her bare round a*s, my fingers kneading it softly, preparing it for punishment, for running away from me.
“Maddox,” she breathed again, her voice raspier this time.
“Keep saying my name like that, baby,” I murmured, cupping her cheek. After a moment, I smacked my hand down on it as hard
