Kaya
Magnus's palm grips my ass so tightly it borders on painful, the pressure radiating with raw frustration. Instinctively, I press against his leg to sit up, but his other hand clamps firmly between my shoulder blades, pinning me down with unyielding strength.
"What are you doing?" I frown, almost breathless.
"Why did you fake it?" he growls, the sound low and dangerous—then, without warning, his palm cracks against my ass with a sharp, resounding slap.
I gasp, a startled cry tearing from my lips. The sting isn't unbearable, but it spreads across my skin like liquid fire, a burn that lingers and bites.
"It's punishment for trying to deceive me," Magnus rasps, squeezing the sore spot, his grip intensifying the heat.
"I—I wasn't trying to, I just—"
