Chapter 17: Naughty

Elena POV:

Did he just spank me?

I blinked in disbelief, the sting still fresh on my skin. This… this overgrown, barbaric brute of a man had the audacity to spank me. My mouth dropped open, half in shock, half in outrage. First, he drags me around like some sort of caveman, carrying me off without so much as a warning, and now this? Oh, hell no.

"Did you just—"

Before I could even finish my sentence, I twisted in his arms, trying to squirm out of his iron grip. He didn't budge. Of course, he didn't. He was a massive wall of muscle and arrogance.

But I wasn't about to let him get away with it. In one quick motion, I swung my hand down, delivering a swift slap to his ass. The sound echoed in the air, sharp and satisfying.

He stopped in his tracks, and for a moment, I thought I'd won. Maybe I'd managed to shock him, or maybe he was finally going to put me down and apologize for being such an insufferable—