BLURB:
Beautiful,
curvy, Ravyn Templeton saw Zane Ramsey in a BDSM club in Houston three years
ago. He’s haunted her dreams ever since.
Zane
is an Assistant District Attorney and co-owner of Club Mystique, the BDSM club
he and his brothers built on their Texas ranch. When Ravyn’s ex-husband is
arrested for trying to have her killed the case is assigned to Zane.
The
moment Zane meets Ravyn he wants her and even though he knows having an affair
with her will jeopardize his career he can’t resist her. When Ravyn’s
ex-husband accuses her of laundering money for a drug cartel, and she refuses
to answer Zane’s questions, he leaves her.
Fate
in the form of Zane’s sister-in-law, Addison Ramsey, steps in and brings them
together again and again. Zane has the power to save Ravyn but only if he loves
her enough to choose her over his career and a justice system he believes in.
EXCERPT:
Ravyn perched on the edge of the chair with her hands crossed
on her lap. Zane paced from one side of the room to the other. The belt in his
hand swung by his side as he moved by her. Luc slouched on a couch across from
her, his body relaxed as he read text messages on his phone. Finally, Zane
stopped in front of her. She looked at him, then lowered her eyes. The
expression in his eyes didn’t bode well for her.
“By leaving the ranch
without a security team, you endangered not only your own life but the lives of
Addison, Jenna, Cassie, and Marisol.” Zane doubled the belt, then snapped it
against his leg. “And, Cade and Addison’s baby. Are you aware of that?”
“Yes, and I’m sorry,
Sir.” Ravyn kept her eyes on the belt in his hand. She’d enjoyed the spanking
Zane had given her at the ranch. She wasn’t sure she would ever want to be spanked
with a leather belt, though. She peered
up at him.
A dark brow flicked
up over narrowed eyes before he said, “They’ve been sharing things with
you—BDSM things.”
Ravyn nodded but
didn’t speak. She was a quick study and he hadn’t asked her a question.
“Do you know what is
happening to them right now?”
“I think they’re
probably being spanked, Sir.”
Zane nodded. “Do you
think it’s fair that they’re being punished but you’re not?”
“No, Sir.”
“Do you know why I’m
here?”
“To punish me, Sir.”
Zane crossed his arms over his chest. He
released one end of the belt and it hung down his side. “In what way do you
think you should be punished?”
“I think I should be
spanked, too, Sir.”
Zane moved to the
fireplace and leaned against the mantel. “What’s your safe word, princess?”
Ravyn knew she didn’t
dare choose guilty again. She thought quickly, then said, “Spades, Sir.”
Zane’s left brow went
up then his lips tightened. “I’m giving Luc permission to spank you. Do you
understand?”
Ravyn shook her head.
“I want you to do it. Please, Sir.”
“You know that isn’t
possible. Now, you have a choice. You can use your safe word or you can get
yourself over Luc’s lap.”
Ravyn felt the heat
of a blush cover her face as she stood, then awkwardly lowered herself over
Luc’s lap. He chuckled, then adjusted her until the upper half of her body was
lying half on the couch. Her toes were barely touching the floor and she had to
grab the edge of the couch to keep from falling. Luc slid his hand beneath her
belly and lifted her until her ass was sticking up, then his hands slid over
her butt cheeks.
From his place at the
fireplace, Zane said, “Luc, that’s enough touching. Just get on with it.”
Ravyn raised her head
and twisted her neck as far as she could to see Zane. He glared at her, then
nodded at Luc. “Twenty swats, Luc. Make them memorable.”
As the last word left
Zane’s lips, Luc swatted her, hard.
“Ow, dam—dang.”
Before she could catch her breath, another swat landed, then Luc began giving
her two slaps on each butt cheek while he worked his way down her butt to the
backs of her thighs. Each swat was followed by a howled litany of ows and
eventually sobs, as tears covered her cheeks. Luc stopped for a moment and
rubbed her ass, and the heat on her butt increased, but not in a good way.
“I can’t stand
anymore.” Ravyn sobbed, then wiggled and tried to get away.
“You have a safe
word,” Zane said. “Use it.”
Ravyn sealed her
lips, determined that if her new friends were being punished like this, then
she would be, too.
Zane crouched down by
her head and turned her to face him. “Be still, or I’ll have Luc double your
punishment.”
She froze, her eyes
zeroed in on Zane’s, and Luc began swatting her again. His hand moved back and
forth across the back of her thighs before moving back up to her bottom where
he landed the last one right across the crack of her ass. She bit her lip to
keep from screaming, but couldn’t prevent the tears from running down her
cheeks. Zane lifted her and set her on the couch next to Luc.
“Hurts,” she sobbed
as her hot, stinging bottom came into contact with the cool leather of the
couch.
“It’s supposed to
hurt,” Zane said, his voice stern.
Ravyn rubbed her
eyes, then sniffled.
Zane stood up, then
pinched her chin between his fingers and raised her face to his. “You’re a
beautiful mess.”
Ravyn wanted to
scream curses at him. How did the brute expect her to look after he let Luc
beat her ass raw?
He pulled her
up, then patted her bottom, and chuckled when she squealed with pain and jumped
away from him. “There’s a half bath at the end of the hall. You have one minute
to wash your face and get back here.”
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