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some help?” he asked.
    Was that the glimmer of a smirk on his lips? She glared at him. “No.” She started to pull up her panties, then stopped, figuring he’d bark at her again.
    “That’s right,” he said, motioning her forward. “Panties stay down until I pull them up.”
    She made a huffing sound and tried to walk without shuffling, back to the corner.
    “Stay.”
    Woof. She didn’t say it out loud .
    Her boss was a werewolf. A huge, black, terrifying beast who somebody had tried to use her to kill. Why? And what would he do with her now?
    She stood holding her breath as he left. Her bottom was on fire, and the humiliating position infuriated her, but she was very well aware of the fact that he hadn’t hurt her. Well, other than her backside. Considering she’d just seen him trying to rip throats out with huge, sharp fangs, that said something.
    The memory of him standing shirtless over her, tearing open her blouse and examining her with concern flitted before her eyes. Even though he thought she’d tried to kill him, he’d been checking her for injuries. He’d rescued her from those men, who had been trying to take her with them.
    The motel door opened and closed and she sensed him behind her.
    His thumbs hooked under the elastic of her panties, sending an electric shock where they touched her skin. Despite it all—despite her terror that he was going to kill her, despite the rather sound spanking he’d given her, despite the humiliation he’d just subjected her to, her body thrummed just to be near him.
    He slowly drew her panties up, an act that seemed more intimate even than if they’d just had sex. Her pussy clenched.
    “Good girl,” he murmured, his breath hot in her ear. Her nipples puckered. Shivers of electric excitement ran through her body, but too soon, he stepped back. “Put on your skirt, we’re leaving.”
    “Where are we going?” she asked, her knees weak as she tried to step into her skirt without falling.
    “You’re not in a position to ask questions,” he said and gave her panty-clad bottom another slap.
    “Am I your prisoner?”
    He pulled the pillowcase off one of the pillows and used it to cover her bound wrists as he led her to the door. “Yeah. You’re my prisoner.” His voice was deep and gruff and it seemed to enter her body and send shockwaves from her core down her legs.
    He led her to her car and opened the back door. “Get in.”
    She slid into the back seat. He immediately pushed her down to lie on the seat and taped her wrists to the base of the front seat, preventing her from sitting up. He leaned over her with the pillowcase open and she realized his intent.
    “Wait, no,” she shrieked as the case came down over her head.
    The car door slammed.
    “Mr. Stone,” she cried. “Ben! Please. Please take it off.” She struggled to dislodge it, rubbing her head against the seat.
    The car started.
    “Please. Please,” she begged.
    “Calm down, Ashley. I can’t have you seeing where I’m taking you.”
    The car began to move.
    “Get this off me. Get this fucking thing—” She thrashed around, yanking at her wrists to get them free. “Oh, God,” she moaned when it seemed clear he wasn’t going to take it off and she couldn’t get it off on her own. “Oh, God.”
    Panic took over. She couldn’t breathe. She screamed over and over again, drawing in short gasps of breath between shrieks. Her feet kicked at the door, her bound wrists thrashed so much she punched herself in the face.
    The car swerved and braked hard.
    Oh, crap, she’d made him mad. He was going to put her in the trunk. She tried to stop screaming, but she couldn’t get control.
    The car door opened and the pillowcase came off with a whoosh. He reached for her and she cowered, thinking he would strike her. Instead his large hands grasped her head, cupping it, stilling her. His palms were over her ears, muffling her sense of sound. The forced quiet gave her a strange sense of security,