He smiled. “You’ve been gone a long time, babe. You just can’t remember it.”
Today, I developed an admiration of what he loved doing and I could see it made him extremely happy. Maybe he wanted me to feel comfortable back here in the Barossa. I hoped so, because I wanted to stay here. Forever. With Max.
“These harvesters work very hard, that’s why I pay them a lot. They come from all over the state and sometimes interstate to work the vineyards during Harvest season. And yes, Blake is a genius. To think this is how my parents started, working right here in this winery for your father. Your father helped my family all those years ago, babe, so it’s only right that I return the favour; only I get a bonus.”
“Yes, I know; the Sinclair shares?”
“Yeah, they are a bonus, but the real prize is I get you, Jada,” Max growled out.
“What the fuck? You are such a—”
“Ah ah…Do not push your luck with me any more than you already have, Jada,” he warned, cutting me off in mid-sentence.
“Push you? You are the one who pushes me! What are you going to do, hit me?” I challenged him.
He didn’t answer me. His icy stare made me panic, and my stomach fluttered. I’d never seen that look in his eyes before, like he wanted to teach me a lesson. “You’re not serious, are you?”
“Totally,” he finally answered.
“You really think I’m going to let you hit me?”
“I never mentioned the word hit, Princess. I won’t hit you, but I’d definitely spank you; there is a huge difference. You constantly lose your temper and throw insults at me, which proves you need to learn there are consequences for acting like that toward me.”
“No. Way. You are being totally unreasonable. You are the one who loses his temper, not me!” I shrieked. “I have never been spanked: not by my parents, not by anyone. Ever. And it is surely not going to start now, buster.”
“Well, then, it’s about time you experience it, I think babe.”
“Maybe you need to remember not to piss me off so much,” I retorted.
He didn’t answer me. He only stared at me, his eyes squinting.
“I’m not joking, Jada; I’ve had enough of your crap. I want you to take off those white, skimpy shorts and show me that ass now.”
“No. Fucking. Way.” I ran to the barn door, pulled it wide open and walked away toward the main house. I noticed as I bypassed the kitchen that Max was following me. I did not want to deal with him right now; my blood was boiling. I took the stairs two at a time, but I could feel he was catching up to me.
Shit. My heart nearly beat out of my chest. Adrenaline soared through my body, and I was panting.
As I opened the door to my old bedroom, I felt a strong set of arms circle my waist. I screamed, but he didn’t care; he lifted me off my feet and threw me on the bed not caring how I landed.
Max grabbed hold of my hands and put them above my head, using his body weight to prevent me from moving. I tried to move under him, but he was too strong.
“Max, I swear to God, don’t you even think about trying to spank me, or I’ll…”
“That does it, Jada! You are getting a spanking. You will take whatever punishment I decide to give you. You are always such a goddamn hothead, with a smartass comment to boot. You push my buttons, Princess, so I will be pushing them right back at you.”
“Max, please, don’t hurt me. You are scaring me.” I knew Max would never hurt me, but the memory of Tate Turner being on top of me, rough like this, was starting to give me an anxiety attack.
“There’s no need to be scared, babe. I’d never hurt you,” Max assured me.
“I know that, but please, Max.”
“Please, what?” he murmured in my ear.
“Move.”
“Move? How do you want me to move, babe, like this?” Max slid his hips from side to side, grinding his erection into me. “Or do you prefer it like this?” He bumped his pelvis, thrusting as he rolled his hips.
I shuddered, no longer feeling scared.
“See, I told you there is no need to be scared.” He sank his teeth into my shoulder, biting me softly. God, it sent a jolt straight through to my core. He then kissed his way up to my jaw and finally my mouth.
“Listen to how I am going to fuck you, baby. I want to turn you around and take you from behind. Facedown on the bed, spread wide open for me. Maybe I will take you up the ass? Would you like that babe? You tell me where you want me to bury my cock. Or would you prefer I slide my cock back and forth from your pussy to your ass until your back is glistening with my cum?”
I gulped and shivered, and it was most definitely not from fear.