Tate (Mountain Men #3) Read Online Jane Henry

Categories Genre: Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Mountain Men Series by Jane Henry
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Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 85365 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 427(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
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He groans and pinches the bridge of his nose. "Do you have any idea what you've done? Do you have any idea what they would do to you if they found out?"

They who? I’m already standing half-naked in front of my childhood crush. It could get worse?

I shake my head. I really don't bloody know. And maybe I should.

"Do you have anything else to tell me?"

“Um. Is there anything else I could tell you that would help me get out of the trouble that I’m in?”

“Probably not,” he says. “But at least you’ve told me the truth, and that’s something.”

I pause, standing in front of him wearing my knickers and a bra, and he watches me hungrily. Maybe it’s my romance writer brain. Maybe it’s something else. But I know that it’s more than my imagination when he clears his throat and swallows, his Adam's apple bobbing.

“Take it all off.” His voice has dropped to a lower register, and the deep vibration of the sound sends shivers over my skin. I hold his gaze as I drag my knickers over my arse, and my bra follows.

I’ve imagined being naked with him before, the overactive romance writer brain and all that. But it was nothing like this.

It was sexier. It was consensual. I wasn’t completely at his mercy.

“Get up on the bed. I want your good hand in front of you. Get on your knees. Give me that beautiful arse.”

Wait, what?

Did he say beautiful? My mind is stuck on that word, when I know he also gave me some fairly troubling suggestions as well.

Maybe hearing Tate Cowen call me beautiful was worth whatever trouble I’m in.

Maybe not.

But I do what he says. I want to know what’s going to happen. And I want to put this behind us.

I kneel as he told me to, my hands planted in front of me, my knees spread out on the bed.

I’m super vulnerable in this position, but a part of me likes that. I’m on the verge of losing control the way I’ve always wanted to.

I hear him pacing behind me, but when I look over my shoulder I can’t see much. He’s walking back and forth, taking everything in, his hands on his hips.

I can’t take the anticipation any longer.

He wouldn’t rape me.

Would he?

“What are you going to do to me?”

Without warning, he leans over and slaps his hand across my arse. I gasp at the sudden pain, my heart hammering. Pulse racing, I keep my eyes fixed on his now that he’s in closer proximity.

“Hey!” That earns me another smack, just like I suspected it would.

He shakes his head slowly from side to side. “This is how it’s going to go, Fran. I’m going to ask you questions, and you’re going to give me answers. A lie will get you spanked. Hesitation also. And then after I have the truth, I’ll finish your punishment.”

And after that? I don’t ask him, though I really, really want to know.

“I’ve never been punished like this before,” I say, as a sort of warning or heads up or something, or maybe I’m just trying to delay the inevitable. Just because something excites me doesn’t mean it doesn’t scare the life out of me at the same time.

“Good,” he says with a hungry growl as he comes closer to me. He isn’t holding anything in his hands, nothing he’s going to strike me with. But when my gaze falls on his large hands, easily twice the size of my own, I realize he doesn’t need to. “Because if anyone else had ever punished you, I’d have to kill them.”

What? Seems a little drastic, but before I can reply, he slams his palm against my arse.

I grab the duvet in my fists and gasp as the first slap sears my skin. In my crazy mind, I imagined being punished by him would be sexy as hell, like some sort of twisted scene out of a BDSM novel, but this hurts. I’m squirming under the onslaught of smacks, whimpering by the time he’s only given me three.

“Tell me,” he says, pacing behind me, just as he rests his heavy palm on my heated arse. It’s like a damn paddle, like his fingers are reinforced with steel.

“What?”

“Fucking everything.”

“Okay, alright,” I say, turning to speak to him when a searing smack of his palm makes me scramble back into position.

“I wrote the books. I told you that. I just didn’t know that they’d sell the way they have. I never meant for anyone to get in trouble.”

He clucks his tongue. “Especially you, aye?”

I hiss out a breath when his rough palm smoothes over my naked arse.

Why is this hot? I should feel ashamed, but instead I want more of the deliberate pain. More of his hand on my bruised skin.

“Aye. Well yes, of course.”


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