Free Vanished Pride (The Seven Sin Sisters 4) by Paloma Beck Page A

reaction was priceless as she stood looking at him with her lush
little mouth simply held open.
    Pulling
herself together, she asked, “Can we talk about it instead? Maybe we could come
to an agreement about the Pronouncement?” Paige was ready to bargain now. He
didn’t think so.
    “Too
late, Princess. Let’s try it this way.” Donovan moved quickly. He lifted Paige
up, placed her facing the table and bent forward, yanked down her skirt and
walked away. “Do not move a muscle.”
    Finding
what he wanted in the second drawer he opened, Donovan returned to Paige and
laid three spoons on the table in front of her. “Choose your favorite.”

 
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    “You
can’t be serious. You aren’t going to use that to spank me. Your hand was hard
enough.” Paige complained in the whining voice Donovan was coming to despise.
She knew this and was using it on purpose because he had royally pissed her off
this time.
    “You
have to the count of five to choose. Or I choose. Want to know my favorite?”
    She
did, or maybe she didn’t want to know. She looked away from the instruments,
tucking her head to the side, which only made him laugh.
    “One,”
Donovan started counting as he pulled her skirt down her legs in one rough tug.
    Paige
was not giving in. If she chose the spoon, it would be the same as giving
permission. She was not going to give him permission to do this. It was
barbaric.
    “Two,”
Donovan breathed right into her ear as he unhooked her bra beneath her shirt.
    Paige
shivered involuntarily. She also looked at the spoons and began weighing her
options. If he was going to do this—and she was pretty sure he would—she might
want to choose one that would hurt the least.
    “I
see you looking, Principessa ,”
Donovan breathed into her other ear as he grasped onto her bra straps and
pulled. “Three. And I hope that wasn’t an important piece of clothing to you. I
don’t think you’ll be wearing it again.”
    He
was baiting her to respond. Damn him. His fingers stroked along her sides until
they tucked under her panties.
    “Four.”
Donovan rolled her panties down her legs and left them wrapped around her
ankles. He stopped her when she tried to move her feet. “Nice to see you’re so
eager but I want them right there.” Then her mate actually chuckled as if he
were enjoying every minute of seeing her sweat.
    Feeling
vulnerable with her ass now sticking out, she needed to reclaim some control if
this really had to happen. Weighing her options, she reached out and pulled the
flexible rubber spoon from the group.
    “Interesting
choice. Not the one I would’ve chosen but I guess we’ll see what this feels
like.” Donovan rubbed her bottom and it heated beneath his touch.
    “ Wh -what do you mean? Which would you have chosen?”
    He
reached for the wooden spoon. “This is the one I suspect would be most gentle
but it seems you’re ready for more. Perhaps you believe you deserve this
punishment after all.”
    “No.
Wait. I want the softest one. This one is soft. I use it in creams and whipped
toppings.”
    “But
it has elasticity which means with one slap, it rebounds for a slight follow up
sting,” Donovan had the nerve to grin at her. He used that one-sided
sexy-as-sin look that made her think of the devil, a very sexy devil. “But at
least I didn’t get to five. Then I might’ve chosen the slotted spoon and that
wouldn’t have been any fun at all.” He paused before adding, “For you.”
    “Donovan,
wait please,” she pleaded.
    “No
more waiting, Princess.”
    With
her legs hanging off the table and her toes just touching the floor, he had
positioned her bottom perfectly for his use. How dare he do this again! She
squirmed and then felt his large hand press down on her back. A flush rushed
over her skin as he ran his other hand along her bottom and commanded, “Open
your legs as wide as you can.”
    Paige
followed his directions but found that they didn’t open very far with