I didn’t woo. I didn’t need to ‘woo’. I was Jaxon Steel. Women came to me whenever they wanted me. I was the woo.
Ingrid unwrapped her cold fingers from my wrist, and I marched forward and hung a right around the wall. The hallway was long, plain, the lights were turned down low, and my heavy steps echoed down the corridor. With every step, I became more impatient. No one would dare disobey me like Quinn had, and every time I turned around, she was doing something else to set me off.
Maybe when we were teenagers, we were different people, and I hadn’t fully understood how fiery her heart was. While she pushed me to the edge of insanity, each day she challenged me, the more I wanted to conquer her. I’d make Quinn fall to her knees and worship me one day. A queen should serve her king.
A king would do more than serve; he’d give her his kingdom. A king would give her him. In my life, there wasn’t a greater power for someone to have because once a powerful man had a weakness; the enemy could extort it.
And without a queen, the kingdom would fall.
My kingdom.
And in a way it already had. The last ten years had been nothing but me trying to figure out how to get back on my feet. I never thought I’d build an empire like I have, and it was precious, just like Quinn. If I had to choose between her and crime?
There wouldn’t be hesitation in my decision.
I knocked on her door and stuffed my hand in my pocket as I waited for her to open the door. “Quinn? Are you ready?”
Something knocked on the door and crashed against the floor. Again.
“Stop destroying my room,” I barked, and another item hit the other side, shattering. “I’m warning you, Quinn.”
Another.
I pulled the keys out from my pocket and unlocked the door just as another expensive item plummeted into the door and fell in ruins. I ducked inside the door and ducked when she threw the lamp that sat next to the bed. I locked the door behind me.
The only way she was leaving this room right now was if she killed me. “Put the vase down.” The glass on the floor crunched as I stepped on it to move further into the room.
“Ah!” she shouted, launching the glass vase through the air, diso-fucking-beying me.
I lunged left, and the vase hit the mirror on the right, splintering the glass. I pointed a finger at her. “Throw another item, Quinn, and I swear I’ll bend you over my knee and spank your ass.”
“You aren’t getting anywhere near me,” she said, hoisting a quartz bowl in her arms. That cost thousands of dollars. She grunted because it was too heavy for her, but she wasn’t giving up. She made a pathetic attempt to twirl around and launch it at me, but it fell short a few feet away, cracking right in half. “Damn it, that would have done some real damage too.” She blew a piece of her blonde hair out of her face, laying her hands on her hips. She had sweat on her forehead, and her chest had a quick staccato from exerting herself.
I was done with her games.
In four long strides, I was in front of her and tossed her over my shoulder. She had yet to put on pants. Good. She wouldn’t be needing them for what I was about to do. “Put me down, you Neanderthal!” Her tiny fists hit my back and they barely tickled me. I would laugh if the situation wasn’t so serious.
“I swear, put me down,” she screeched.
“What the lady wants, she gets,” I said, sitting down on the edge of the bed, and I swing her over my shoulder and lay her across my lap.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” she hissed, wiggling under me, and my cock took notice, perking right up against Quinn’s body.
I ignored her, lifted her shirt above her ass, and pulled her panties down, showing her shapely round ass. Goddamn, it had gotten plumper over the years. “How many spankings do you think you deserve?”
“If you touch me—”
“For every item you broke, plus how many times you got on my nerves. So, we will go with ten,” I said, holding my arm across her back, so she stayed where I wanted her to. My hand caressed her smooth skin, and I wanted nothing more than to throw her on the bed and fuck her.
“Jaxon if you—”
Smack.
“Jaxon!” she screamed and tried her best to get away from me, but my hold on her was too strong. “Don’t you dare—”
Smack.
Her pale white cheek started to turn red from my hand, and I growled, rubbing my hand over the hot flesh.
“I’m going to throw every single thin—”
Smack.
She cried out, and the fight was starting to leave her, and when I let my hand fly against her cheek again, she whimpered.
I salivated when I saw my handprint appear, what a delight. She looked so beautiful with my mark on her.
Smack.
“Jaxon,” she moaned my name in pain and pleasure. She loved my hand slapping her ass, and she hated that she needed it.
She hated that she needed me.
Smack.
“No, no more. No more!” she begged, wiggling against me, and her stomach massaged my cock. Precome leaked from my slit onto my leg, dying to get inside her juicy cunt. I glanced between her legs and saw how wet she was. Her inner thighs were soaked, glistening with desire.
I doubled-up on my next two hits, not giving her time to recuperate, and wanting her to feel the sting. Her gorgeous flesh was a cherry red now, and Quinn sniffled. I couldn’t tell if she was crying, but I knew the wetness between her thighs weren’t tears. I refused to listen to her mind; I listened to her body instead.
My hand burned when I let my palm fly another two times. “You’re doing so good, Quinn.”
“Fuck you!” she cursed, and she turned her head to look at me, fire, and ice in those golden eyes that she had.
Smack.
She squeezed her eyes shut, and her body finally relaxed. “No more. Don’t,” she begged, her voice soft and sweet.
I wasn’t sweet.
Smack.
“Oh, god!” she moaned into the mattress, and my brows shot to my hairline when I realized she was having an orgasm. Her entire body spasmed, and her thighs quivered. I spread her legs apart to see her cream dripping from her slit.
Right when I went to scoop her nectar up with my fingers, she rolled away and pulled her panties up. She had tears dripping down her face, and she raised her hand to hit me, but I caught her wrist before her palm could make contact.
“Unless you want the other cheek red, I suggest you lower your hand.”
“I hate you. I never want you to touch me again,” she said.
I stood, keeping my eyes on her the entire time I straightened to my full height until I looked down at her. “We know that both of those things are lies, Quinn. Your orgasm speaks all the truth I need.”
She ripped her hand from my hold and stepped away, her chin quivering. “Get out.”
“There is nothing wrong with enjoying pleasure.”
She cut her eyes to mine, and a tear fell. “I have no problem with pleasure. I have a problem getting it from you.”
I smirked. “Keep telling yourself that, baby. The only problem here. Is you?” As I turned around, my cocky smile faded because her quiet sobs made my ears ring. Maybe it was best if I gave her space.
It was the last thing I wanted. She’s had ten years of space. Why the hell was she fighting me so much? Maybe I was wrong, maybe it wasn’t about making her see the truth, perhaps she knew it, and she truly wanted nothing to do with me.