Total Temptation by Alice Gaines

things in another minute, and she never smashed anything.
    â€œHit me,” he said. “My naked butt’s up in the air. Slap it.”
    She backed away a few steps. “I don’t want to hit you.”
    â€œI don’t see why not. I’m pissing you off, right?”
    He was, but still. “I don’t hit people.”
    â€œThen maybe it’s time you started,” he said. “Or are you going to be a patsy for the rest of your life?”
    â€œI thought we’d gotten past this.” She walked around the bed to confront him. “I thought you admitted I’m strong.”
    â€œStrong in the gym where no one can see you. What about real life? When are you going to learn to stand up for yourself?
    Infuriating man. “I do stand up for myself.”
    â€œThen let me see it. Pretend I’m one of the stepsons who’re giving you shit. Do you think you could hit him?”
    â€œI deal with him through lawyers.”
    â€œLawyers.” Bobby turned his head away again.
    â€œOkay, you want me to hit you, I’ll do it.” Staring down at his buttocks, she raised her hand. This was absurd, insane, but she’d find the strength to do it somehow. Maybe after a few swats he’d come to his senses and start acting like her Bobby again. If not, she’d give him a direct order. He couldn’t refuse that.
    For the first time in more years than she could remember, she slapped someone. Her fingers made contact with his rear with enough force to make noise.
    â€œYou call that hitting someone?” he said. “That’s hardly a love tap.”
    â€œOh, come on.”
    â€œDo it again as if you mean it, and tell me why.”
    â€œWhy?” she asked.
    â€œPretend I’m the stepson, and tell me why I deserve getting hit,” he said.
    â€œBecause you’re an ignorant, hateful bastard, and you don’t know the first thing about my marriage.” She hit him again, and this time her fingers stung from the force of the blow.
    â€œThat’s better.”
    â€œI was always faithful to your father.” She slapped him over and over. Bam, bam, bam. “I took care of him when he was dying.”
    â€œGood, princess. Keep going.”
    â€œDon’t you call me princess . Don’t you call me anything. Just stay the fuck out of my life.” Her arm was getting tired, but it felt so damned good. Bobby had given her permission, so she let out all the frustrations. The honeymoon that didn’t meet up with her fantasies about the marriage bed. The times Howard had used his hands and mouth when his cock wouldn’t perform. His death, which she’d had to live through with him. And now, his sons telling lies about her and making her life unlivable.
    â€œI don’t have to take any crap from you,” she said. Bam, bam, bam . “I was your father’s wife, and I’m his heir. Get used to it.”
    â€œHey, princess. Get a condom, would you?” Bobby said.
    â€œWhat?” She stepped back. The fury still raged inside her, her heart racing. What did condoms have to do with telling Howard Jr. to go fuck himself?
    â€œI’m getting really turned on,” Bobby said. “I want to be prepared.”
    â€œOh, for crying out loud.” She paced some more. “This is all about getting you off?”
    â€œI thought you’d like it, too.”
    â€œYou thought . . .” She could scarcely catch her breath. He’d made her release all the pent-up anger so they could have kinky sex? Really?
    Well, what if it worked? What if the fire inside her wasn’t only rage? Could she work it all out with his cock moving inside her? Was that the ride she’d really come here for?
    â€œGet off the bed,” she said. “I want to see if you’re really aroused.”
    He rolled over and gripped his cock by the base, showing off his erection. “I wouldn’t lie to you,