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hear me out—” she said, her eyes following the switch’s every movement as he quickly tested his choice on his thigh.
    Peyton didn’t hear her out. In another moment, he had grabbed her upper arm and wheeled her down to her bedroom.
    “I know what I saw ,” he retorted. “And what I saw was you lose your mind . I’m gonna tan the brains back into you, girl!”
    She tried to grab at the door frame of her room as he tried to yank her in, knowing as soon as the door closed behind them, she was in for a world of hurt. “Well, I can kind of explain that if you—Ack!” She forgot how strong Peyton could be if he wanted to—she was surprised she didn’t take a chunk of the door with her when he pulled her in and shut the door behind them.
    He started stripping the bark off the switch he’d found as Ellie regained her footing. “Alright, before you go nuts—I told you that the whole thing downstairs was weird. Maybe I did lose my mind! I don’t know. I couldn’t help it, though, Peyton. I mean, Graham’s actually kind of an ass, but I was still…”
    “Lettin’ him in between your legs like a lil’ hussy? Yeah. I saw,” Peyton assured grimly.
    She blushed profusely before she opened and closed her mouth a couple of times. “I’m not a hussy , Peyton,” she finally said, feeling small. “I know I put you at risk, though, and I AM super-sorry.”
    “Risk? Risk ? You were about to screw me —and not in the good way!” he blared. “May I remind you of what would happen if you…”
    “I wasn’t thinking about you…” she admitted. “I just… forgot.”
    Peyton looked at her with a very intimidating, very offended expression. “Yeah? Well, consider this your reminder , kiddo. Pants off.”
    She, instead, put her hands on her pants like she was determined to hold them onto her hips at all costs. “I have something important to talk to you about!”
    “Alright,” he said, tapping the switch impatiently against the side of his leg. “Talk. It better be REAL educational.”
    She shifted her weight foot to foot, staring at the switch. “I can’t talk when you have that… thing in your hand,” she told him.
    “Talk,” he ordered.
    “Okay…” She bit her lip for a moment, and then unleashed everything. She basically recited everything word-for-word, but in the end, Peyton just looked more pissed than he was. He didn’t say anything, though, just locked his jaw and stared at her.
    She got goose bumps over her arms as she realized that the reason he didn’t say anything, or move, is because if he did, he was afraid of hurting her.
    “Can I change my shirt, at least?” she said, her posture an illustration of capitulation.
    “Strip,” he ordered, but it was a short, controlled word.
    “Peyton…” Peyton hadn’t seen her completely naked since her first day at the palace, when he ripped about a thousand towels off her body so that he would be able to leather her bottom, resulting in a lesson that she thought she wouldn’t have to learn twice: Never blatantly disobey Peyton . She couldn’t believe that she would be forced to be naked now . Now they knew each other.
    Peyton wasn’t in the mood to be whined at, or to wait as she pretended to still have shame left. He stepped toward her, and she covered her body as if she was already nude. He made short work of undressing her against her will—although Ellie was strong in spirit, she wasn’t particularly strong in any other way. Especially up against a powerhouse-type like Peyton.
    And she didn’t try that hard, anyway. By the time he took his own jacket from her, her eyes welled up with tears.
    She was wailing by the time he ripped her pants down to her ankles.
    “Stop your bellyachin’,” he snapped. “We haven’t even begun yet, Princess.”
    Somehow, that wasn’t reassuring enough to get her to stop wailing and begging him until he grabbed her arm and pulled her to her bed, forcing her down on it. She was helpless—pinned by