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“What’ll happen if I’m still here at ‘three’?” I asked, the alcohol again making me feel a little too reckless.
     
                  Marco raised a dark brow. I saw a humorless smile play faintly on his lips, like a lion amused with a field mouse that dared to defy him.
     
                  But before I could think of anything else to say, a large hand wrapped itself around my upper arm and pulled hard. Marco, leaning against the edge of the table, pulled me hard towards him, flinging me across his knee.
     
                  The wind was nearly knocked out of me as I landed hard across his lap. With how tall he was, I found myself dangling precariously across his knee. Even with my addled mind, I quickly realized what was happening.
     
                  “Don’t you dare!” I cried out, wriggling desperately to get free. It was useless. Marco kept me perfectly pinned against him with absolutely no room to even attempt an escape. “Don’t you even think about it! If you—”
     
                  A ringing smack echoed across the high ceilings of the dining hall as Marco’s hand made firm contact with my rear end. I nearly choked on my words as the stinging pain enveloped my ass.
     
                  The pain was quick and burning and I definitely felt it yet as soon as his hand made contact with my ass, I felt a deep and hungry pull right at my core. Despite the pain, it felt as if the spank had shot right through me and to my pussy.
     
                  Confused, embarrassed, aroused, and drunk, I wriggled again and this time he let me up.
     
                  I stood before him, panting a bit in fright and arousal. Marco gave me an even stare.
     
                  “Be here when I reach ‘three,’ and I do that all over again with your dress pulled up and your bare ass hanging in the air,” he threatened calmly.
     
                  “Two—”
     
                  But before he could finish, I was already running for the doors.

Chapter Ten
Marco
     
                  I sat on the table, taking in a deep breath.
     
                  My back from my neck to my ass felt as tight as a guitar string. Slowly, I let out a breath.
     
                  I stretched the fingers of my right hand. I could still feel the sweet plumpness of her ass. There had been such a satisfying slapping sound as I had given her a good and well-deserved spank.
     
                  Despite my threat, I had been dying to rip her dress off right then and there and spank that bratty little ass till it was glowing red and then bend her over and take her till—
     
                  I took in another deep breath before I shook my head clear.
     
                  No. I couldn’t let myself get distracted. There was too much at stake right now. Too much risk.
     
                  And yet, every time I saw her, I couldn’t help but feel every fiber of my body being drawn to her. My body seemed to always know where she was in a room without my having to look up. No matter how much I told myself it was just a physical thing, I knew it was something else. It was a deep and undeniable connection.
     
                  And the connection had been tested tonight when I had watched her tossing back drinks while literally sitting in the lap of danger. It was a lucky thing that I had decided to swing back into the dining hall after I had left. I had come back under the pretense of wanting to speak to one of the men when really, I had just wanted to make sure Halle had left.
     
                  When I had seen the men surrounding Halle, an overwhelming urge to ram my fist through every single man’s head took hold of me. A hunger for it, really. It had taken an incredible amount of strength not to bash in Wiggy’s face till I