Billionaire's Little Kitten

“You need to learn manners, kitten.” I growl, prowling towards her.

"Don't call me that, you kidnapper!” She screeches, throwing another bedside lamp at me. “Take another step forward and I'll—”

I grab her and bend her over my knee. I twist both of her hands behind her back, despite her struggles and screams.

“What are you doing?!” She shrieks.

"Teaching you what happens when you act like a spoilt brat.” I yank her dress up to reveal the smooth skin of her ass, and plain white panties. And land a hard slap on it.

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Dymond Hilary's obsessive ex-lover is trying to murder her.