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terror amuses you.” She crossed her arms and stared at him defiantly.
    “I won’t eat you,” Beast repeated emphatically. “But you wounded me and you broke your word, you ran away. You could have been killed by those wolves.”
    “I’m sorry,” she whispered, gazing at the bloody laceration across his muscular chest. “Does it hurt?”
    “Yes,” he said, his voice gruff. “Come here.”
    Belle stood frozen, afraid to go to him. What would happen?
    “Bend over the table,” he ordered, pointing to the marble table holding a vase of roses in the middle of the foyer. The cut roses hadn’t been there yesterday.
    She eyed him warily. “Why?”
    “Why do you think, Belle?” He raised his heavy brow, and once again she was shocked to discover how… human his beautiful, intense eyes were.
    “You’re going to spank me,” she said softly. “I suppose I deserve it. I thought you were going to kill me for wounding you and running away when you brought me back here. I’d much prefer a spanking if it will put us on friendlier terms.”
    “Enough talk. You’re stalling.”
    Belle hadn’t been spanked in years, and never by a creature who was twice her height and probably four times her weight. Never by a creature, period. His huge hands looked strong and hard.
    “Please Beast, don’t hurt me,” she whispered, leaning over the marble table to brace herself. “I’m sorry I cut you with the saw.”
    “I fully intend to hurt you, Belle,” the Beast said. “But I would never harm you. Unlike when you tried to kill me with your saw, I am merely punishing you with a little spanking.”
    Belle shut her eyes, knowing he was smiling, baring his fangs. She could hear it in his voice. It was almost as if he relished the chance to spank her. His large, warm hands lifted her dress, draping it over her back.
    She’d never felt so vulnerable, with her naked bottom bared to the empty room. Not even when he’d played with her most intimate areas had she felt this vulnerable. That at least had been pleasurable. This…this frightened her.
    The Beast caressed her ass, and she gasped at the contact.
    “Hold still, beauty,” he said.
    With a hard swat, he spanked her, his hand spanning both cheeks at once.
    Belle cried out, more in surprise than pain. Not just pain—humiliation. How dare this Beast treat her like a child?
    He spanked her again, harder this time. Heat radiated off her flesh and she knew her skin reddened under his touch.
    “Don’t run away again,” Beast growled, spanking her bare ass faster, building a rhythm that left her breathless, gasping, whimpering.
    “I won’t, Beast, I swear I won’t!” She would swear anything at this point, anything to make him stop. Because now, it hurt. Hell and damnation it hurt.
    He paused. “You gave me your word when I released your father. How can I trust you now?”
    She looked over her shoulder at him, her hands still pressed against the cool marble table. “I don’t know. I don’t want to be your prisoner…forever.”
    “Are you suggesting that if there were a time limit, you’d be able to truly give your word, that’d you stay?” Beast asked slowly. “If I didn’t ask for forever?”
    God, was he giving her a way out?
    “Yes, Beast. I can tolerate anything if I know I’ll be back home soon, if I can hold onto that hope.”
    Beast bared his fangs, and she cringed.
    “Y-you’re smiling,” she said. It might take her a while to get used to that.
    “I am. I have a proposition for you.” He gently smoothed her skirt back over burning bottom, and turned her around to face him. “I haven’t had a woman in my bed for a very long time. If you’d be willing to sleep with me, I’d reduce your lifetime imprisonment to one short year.”
    Belle gasped, both at the idea of sleeping with him, and the idea of a life sentence being reduced to a year.
    “You’d crush me to death,” she said, looking up at his towering hulk.
    “I would not. Wasn’t I