Chapter 29

12. Hostage Of The Mysterious Hunk

“Ouch.” She suddenly whimpered when she felt his knee between her thighs.

“Concentrate and spread those legs for me like a good girl." His baritone voice croaked as his arousal burned him deep, stretching his muscles.

This little reporter's waist was so small, similar to a rubber band, that he could stretch and snap in one go, and her soft ass, merde! - Fuck- would be the death of him, he had to admit.

Safe for the iota of Alpha male pride in him, he'd have disposed of all this punishment saga and fucked her from behind till she zonked out.

“You want to spank me there?” She asked, but it didn't sound like a question, more like an invitation because of how she subtly rocked her hips.

Wicked girl, what was she doing this for? A tempting smirk slackened his lips as he rolled his tongue in his mouth.

In his own words, he'd have rephrased her question into an actual action, ‘I want to wh