Page 48 of Draco's Defiance

“I’m not lying!” Her fingers tightened on the frame. “Stop changing the subject.”

“So.” He motioned to the door behind her. “Are you running, little girl?”

“What?” Gulping down her swirling emotions, she peered over her shoulder at the open doorway. “You want me to run?” She turned back to him, motioning to her attire. “Like this?”

Tugging down his shirt, his concentration fell to his left sleeve, which he slowly started to roll up to his elbow. “That choice is yours, little girl.” Starting work on his other sleeve, his gaze rose to meet hers. “But if you do run, you’d better be fast.”

Chapter Twenty

Moira

A FIRE BURNED IN DRACO’S blue gaze as she tried to decide if he was serious. So much had happened in the last few hours, her head felt as if it was spinning in a perpetual loop of shock and desire.

She’d arrived excited to see him and prepared to talk through his legal question, but she’d never anticipated any of the things that had transpired. To be spanked by him was strange enough, let alone the fact that she’d quite relished the experience, but to hear his declaration that he was not only part shape-shifting creature, but also a telepath... She hadn’t been ready for any of that.

How could anyone be ready for that?

“So.” Draco gestured behind her. “Are you running, little girl?”

“What?” She glanced down the hall, considering her options. “You want me to run... like this?”

“That choice is yours, little girl.” His eyes blazed at her half-nakedness before his attention fell from her to his shirt.

She stood, hypnotized as he rolled his shirt-sleeves to his elbows, revealing the sinews of his well-defined arms. Fuck. Her throat dried as she watched those big hands ease the fabric up his limb—those same large hands that had tanned her tingling behind.

“But.” His gaze fixed on her face. “If you do run, you’d better be fast.”

“Fast?” She had no recollection of instructing the word from her lips, but she heard it just the same, acknowledging her raspy voice.

“Yes, fast.” His smile grew as he took a step toward her. “Because I am, little girl. I’m very fast, and when I catch you I’ll show you what happens to naughty girls who won’t let me look after them.”

Shit. Her pussy clenched as she processed his words. “What do you mean?”

“Let me be clearer,” he purred. “I’ll chase you, I’ll find you, and when I do, I’ll give you a proper spanking.”

“A proper spanking?” Her heart felt ready to leap into her throat.

“Mmmm.” He licked his lips. “The sort you’ll be feeling for days, and every time you sit down you’ll remember that I gave it to you because it’s my job to take care of you.”

“Your job?”

Seduced by his words, a part of her could have been fooled into thinking that the scenario he painted sounded breathtaking, but Moira wasn’t a naive and inexperienced schoolgirl. Aside from two erotic encounters, she hardly knew the man. She didn’t need to be looked after by anyone, let alone a virtual stranger, and even though he’d helped her out with Monroe—a man she still feared—Draco had absolutely no right to threaten her with another spanking. It was true she’d been curious by the idea before, but not this time. Now she knew how the strikes would sting, and she fundamentally did not deserve them!

“It’s not your job!” she insisted.

“Of course, it is.” His grin was almost predatory as he closed the distance between them. “It’s your association with me that sees you in particular danger from Monroe, and anyway, I like you, Moira.” He shrugged, as though the admission changed something. “I told you; I care about you. I want to see that you’re safe.”

“Then leave me alone.” She passed the threshold of the door, her fingers still clinging to the frame as though it was keeping her upright.

“I can’t do that.” His intentions were clear. He was going to chase her, and if she didn’t want to be caught and find herself over his knee again, then she’d better get moving. “You know I can’t do that.”

She spun on her heel, not needing to hear any more as she pounded down his corridor in her bare feet. Thank goodness, I had the foresight to take off my heels. The thought flashed across her mind as she reached the elevator and called the cubicle to meet her. The truth was, she’d taken off everything and was leaving her clothes and personal possessions behind as she made a break for freedom. It wasn’t the smartest plan she’d ever devised.

Come on, come on, come on! She urged the elevator to open despite her lack of planning. Draco was already moving behind her. Whatever she was going to do, she didn’t have long.

“You’re going to have to do better than that, little girl.” His mocking tone taunted, compelling her to peer around and look at him. She found him there, standing outside the living room she’d just left, his arms folded across his strapping chest. “That’s not much of a challenge.”

“The elevator...” She glanced back to the silver doors, frustrated to see that they still hadn’t arrived.