I wake disoriented. I’m lying in a bed, in a darkened room. Light sneaks around the edges of the blinds on the windows, but I don’t know what time it is.

When I move, I feel pain in several places at once, and then it all comes rushing back. I’m in Kosta’s house. He brought me here last night.

After I stumbled over a dead man’s body.

After the dead guy turned out to be the man he’d just threatened.

After I freaked out in a way that demonstrates I am in way over my head with Constantine Adamo.

Once his men confirmed that there was a body, and who it was, Kosta started giving so many orders it made my head spin. It all boiled down to him keeping me safe and getting me out of there before the cops showed up. Security protocols were implemented, and we had an armed escort from the club to a car that was not mine, or his, and then to his home, where we had to wait until his men confirmed the house was clear even though it has a state-of-the-art security system of its own.

None of this made for a restful night’s sleep. Especially since Kosta texted my dad from my phone to tell him where I was, and that I’d be staying here until everything settles down. And then he texted Rico to inform him that I’d be taking a couple of days off from work.

Sitting up, I look around and spot a lamp on a nightstand. My bra is next to it. I roll across the enormous bed and switch it on, illuminating the room. It’s definitely Kosta’s bedroom. If the huge bed weren’t enough of a clue, the room has that lived-in feel that a guest room never acquires.

My hands, knees, and elbows have all been bandaged, because my man called his personal physician out to his home in the middle of the night to tend to me. I’m wearing an oversized t-shirt with nothing underneath it but my panties. The same ones I had on last night, before and after Kosta fucked me on his desk.

The lingering tenderness between my legs brings back a flood of memories, so when the door opens and Kosta’s standing there, in faded jeans that fit way too well and a t-shirt that molds itself to every gorgeous muscle, I’m already in the process of getting turned on. Seeing him just finishes the job.

“You’re awake,” he says. Crossing to the bed, he sits on the edge of it. I want him to touch me, taste me, take me right here in his bed.

“What time is it?”

“Around ten.” He tucks a strand of my hair behind my ear, and my legs move restlessly under the covers as energy singes my nerve endings. His answering smile makes my toes curl.

“Have you talked to the police?”

“They’ve been in touch with my lawyers. But we’ll get to that later, babe.” Shifting to sit on the other side of me, in the center of the bed, he tugs me down so I’m lying across his lap.

“I want you on your knees,” he says, and I shiver. “But that’s gonna have to wait until you’re healed up. So you’re gonna sit on my face, and then I’m gonna fuck your mouth. First, though, it’s time for your spanking.”

My whole body convulses. “But I haven’t given you any sass.”

“Baby, there doesn’t need to be any reason at all except you’re here, I’m here, and an ass like yours oughta be pink every day of its life.”

“Oh my god,” I groan as heat rushes through me.

Kosta’s hand makes circles on my ass. “You gettin’ wet, babe?”

“Yes.” My voice is husky.

“Good.” Without warning, his hand comes down, giving me four sharp smacks, on one side and then the other. In the time it takes sensation to leap through my body, from my ass to my clit, the pain becomes searing pleasure.

I whimper, and he gives me four more, then shoves the t-shirt up so there’s only my panties between him and my skin. “Beautiful,” he says, smoothing his hand over me. “Fuckin’ gorgeous. Gonna do everything to this ass.”

“Baby,” I moan, and four more spanks make my flesh burn and my clit swell. I try to grind myself into his thigh but he’s not having that.

“Lift, babe,” he orders, and my hips come up in automatic obedience. He tugs my panties down and then I’m bare to him, my pussy throbbing in time with my ass. “So delicious. Almost as sweet as your cunt, babe. Gonna love having my cock in here.” His finger strokes the skin near my puckered entrance.

“Kosta—”

“Relax, Blondie.” Four more hard slaps and my thighs are slippery, my back arching. “I fuck your ass just once, and from then on it’ll be you askin’ for it. Take that to the bank.”

At that, I just can’t help myself. “Modest much?”

“I’m in the middle of spanking her and she gives me sass.” He chuckles, a deep, rich, masculine sound that makes my body tighten like a bowstring. “Makes me wanna find out how much you can take. I already know, from the way you were with me last night, it’s more than you think.”

A flurry of smacks, not as hard but rapid fire, lands on every inch of my ass and down my thighs, and I can’t keep the sounds in anymore. They burst out of me, somewhere between a howl and a moan, a demand and a plea. The whole thing only lasts a few seconds before he stops, but my mind has flipped to an altered state of pure bliss.

If he kept going I think I’d come just from being spanked, which up until right now I would have said was crazy talk. But he doesn’t keep going, because his phone beeps. He checks it, then pats my ass gently. “Cops are on the way, babe. We’ll have to postpone the rest of it.”

“The police are coming here?” I shouldn’t be startled; I know how investigations work. I’m just surprised that he’s allowing it. Then another thought strikes me. “Will my dad be here?”

“Yeah, babe.”

Oh shit. I scramble backwards off his lap. “I have to get dressed.” It’s bad enough that Dad’s going to see me at Kosta’s, but it will be infinitely worse if he sees me less than fully clothed.

“I asked Cait and Tonio to bring some of your stuff by,” Kosta says, “but that hasn’t happened yet. Your dress from last night isn’t back from the dry cleaner’s. You’re gonna have to wear my clothes for now.”

“Shower.” I’m almost hyperventilating. He points to a door, and I hurry through it. Thirty seconds later, I’m under the spray. Five seconds after that, so’s Kosta.

“You said they were on the way!”

“They are.” He drops to his knees in front of me. “You need to relax.” Then one of my legs is slung over his shoulder, his fingers are inside me, and his mouth is on my clit.

Two minutes later, I’ve had three orgasms and could not be more relaxed unless I were dead. Kosta helps me through my shower, then shows me to his walk-in closet. “Take whatever you need that works, babe.”

I find a pair of gym shorts with a drawstring waist and a t-shirt that will work. The only problem is my panties — I’m not putting them on again. “I need to borrow a pair of your underwear.”

“Babe,” Kosta says. “Now I’m gonna be hard the whole time you’re talking to them.”

And that’s why I start downstairs to be questioned by the police with a goofy grin on my face. Kosta’s already down there getting everyone settled. When I catch a glimpse of the crowd in his living room, my smile vanishes.