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to hold securely.
    “Stop being such
an asshole!”
    He froze for a
moment, and she wondered if she’d made a huge mistake, pushing him too far. If
he hit her, she’d survive. She braced for the worst, closing her eyes as time
stood still.
    She wouldn’t be
able to stop him should he decide to leave. He would dictate the next step. When
he wrapped a hand around both her upper arms, walking her backwards, she opened
her eyes in a flash. He pressed her flat to the wooden slat wall, holding her
firmly in place so she couldn’t move. “I’m a monster, Hailey. Look at me for
what I am, dammit. You must be blind not to see what the townsfolk see.” He
leaned in and inhaled at her neckline. Her pussy moistened.
    “I see a man
choosing to hide away from society rather than face his problems head-on. Stop
feeling sorry for yourself.”
    He stared at her
as if seeing her for the first time. His eyes narrowed, his hands tightening
around her arms.   “You don’t know what
you’re talkin’ about. And you’re playing with fire, little one. Maybe I should
give you a sample of why society chooses to keep away.” There was a hint of
threat in his tone, but he didn’t scare her. Not any more. He may not know it,
but he was testing her, trying to find loyalty or betrayal. Hailey lived for
this, lived for the challenge of understanding the mind. Callum’s was both
highly complex and simple at the same time.
    “Go ahead,” she
dared.
    His jaw clenched
down hard, his dark eyes boring into hers. “Dangerous games you like to play.”
Callum hoisted her up over his shoulder, stealing her air, and carried her to
the far end of the hay loft where shadows dominated. He dropped her down on
some open flakes, straddling her legs and pinning her arms to the sides.
    “What are you
going to do to me?”
    His eyes cleared
for a moment. “Don’t flatter yourself, little girl,” he said. “When my daddy
was alive, do you know what he did when we misbehaved? He gave us the belt.” He
used one hand to secure her wrists above her head and used the other to slide
his thick leather belt from his Wranglers.
    “You wouldn’t dare!”
    “You think
there’s something good in me? You’re wrong. And I’m about to prove that.”
    Her heart raced
as he made a loop with the belt. She’d never been spanked in her life, but
she’d always been an obedient child. He fought to unbutton her jeans and she
struggled to stop him. Once unfastened, he attempted to roll her to her belly.
No way would she willingly let him hide her ass.
    “Stop, Callum!”
She was exhausted, near tears from frustration. His burst of energy appeared to
quickly diminish after she said his name, his movements sluggish. She could
feel some of his weight over her, the heat of his breath against her neck, and
his fingers interlocked with hers.
    “You should
leave,” he whispered.
    “No.”
    He growled, an
exasperated sound of a man pushed to the edge. His hand travelled from her
hand, up her arm, until he reached the side of her neck. He stroked her skin
with his thumb. “I’m a monster,” he reminded.
    “You’re not.”
    When he dropped
his head again, she kissed his neck as he’d done to her in the morning. It felt
right. It also unleashed a floodgate of desire she didn’t realize resided
inside her. She continued to kiss him, nudging his face with hers, needing
more. The passionate release of emotion, combined with their physical exertion,
created a ripe atmosphere to explore their desires.
    “Hailey…” He
relaxed his grip on her. She immediately began to touch his body, having craved
to feel his muscles every time she saw him. He was hard and toned, all male.
She slid one hand under his tank top, skin to skin.
    “Kiss me,” she
begged. The air snapped with erotic tension. If he chose to fuck her right
there in the hay, she’d welcome it. Her body felt like a furnace, liquid heat
threatening to escape any minute.
    When he turned
his face to hers, she