Chapter 3
Maxim
The blush bleeds from Sasha’s face at my threat. The car lurches into motion, en route to the airport. I shift to make room for the tightness in my pants.
I didn’t mean to humiliate her with the s******g, but when she suggested punishment I just couldn’t help myself. Her a*s was so damn tempting in that body-hugging dress she’s wearing, and she’s been begging for a correction since I showed up today.
Judging by how wet she got, she enjoyed it as much as I did. But I shouldn’t have tried to satisfy her. There’s zero trust between us right now. Besides, if she hadn’t pulled away, that jackal who opened the door would’ve gotten even more of an eyeful than he did.
“I suppose the same rules won’t apply to you?”
“I won’t be letting any men between my legs, no.” I’m being a
