39. COLD LUST

MIA’S POV. Mr Hale’s hands wrapped around my waist, possessive and strong, and then the world tilted. He tossed me onto the bed with an effortless strength that knocked a breath out of me. The plush duvet swallowed me for a second before he was on me, his weight deliciously solid. He turned me onto my stomach and my face pressed into the cool cotton as he pinned me down. One of his legs slid between mine, spreading them while his other leg pressed against the back of my head, holding me down. My wrists were captured at my back, held in a grip and I wasn’t going anywhere. “You wanna be fucked?” The question was like a gravelly whisper against my ear, hot and shocking. Before my brain could even form a coherent answer, a sharp, stinging crack echoed in the room. A spank. His large palm connected with my bare ass with a force that was pure, unadulterated shock. The pain was immediate like a hot bloom that radiated across my skin. And then, before I could even gasp, his ha