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young, but she had her whole life ahead of her. She did not need to be saddled with him.
    “So enlighten me, Mr. Fix-it. What is going on in that head of yours?” Davis asked, handing him a beer.
     
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    Lilly’s mind was reeling. She needed to find out if she was pregnant and fast. If she was, there was a lot of planning and decisions to be made, though, one decision she was gonna put off until the last friggin’ moment.
    She couldn’t believe this was happening. All because she said yes to Heaven, she was now married and possibly pregnant.
    Shit! Could this day get any worse?
    Looking at the vast ranch before her, Lilly leaned against the porch rails, watching men go about their duties. One ranch hand in particular was off in the corral, walking a beautiful thoroughbred. He reminded her of her brother Sam, as he would spend hours with his horses. He loved them sometimes more than people.
    Lilly watched as the man let the slack out in the rope, allowing the horse to lead as it received its exercise. When the ranch hand raised his hand and flicked a thin riding crop, Lilly’s world returned with a vengeance.
     
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    “Stand before me.” Orin’s firm words held a steadfast confidence that melted her heart as she slowly got to her feet. Lilly wanted nothing more than his mouth pressed to hers, demanding his passion in a fiery exchange of tongue and tease. He reached out and traced her jaw, and she looked up toward him.
    Orin’s touch inflamed her with his self-confidence. His hot hands wandered from her arms to her waist, pulling her closer to him. Lilly was intoxicated with his closeness. Whimpering, her lips parted as she breathed him in. His gray-blue eyes were fixed on hers, and she could do nothing but stare at what now belonged to her. All of them, they were hers.
    Lilly felt something rich and vulnerable flourishing within her as she felt his kiss devour her. There was strength behind his tenderness, as though he was trying not to intimidate her too thoroughly, but reinforce his ownership of her body. The pressing sympathy of need inspired a force behind her kiss that surprised him. She could tell in the way he seemed to hold her tighter, as if to reestablish his dominance.
    He was in charge.
    “Before I continue, there is a matter I need to clear up.”
    “Yes?”
    “Despite what my brothers have said, I am the head of this house, and you are my wife. I am in charge, in all matters. You are mine to do with as I see fit. In this room, you are mine, agreed?”
    Looking up at him, confused, she whispered, “Yes, Orin.”
    Lilly watched as Orin moved away from her to sit on the edge of the bed.
    “Look on the dresser, Lilly. What do you see?” he asked.
    Turning around, Lilly was confronted with a leather paddle.
    A chill rang through her. Quickly turning back to him, she knew her face was one of shock and disbelief.
    “Bring me the paddle, wife.”
    Doing as he ordered, Lilly slowly reached for the paddle. Unsure what he had planned, she was pretty sure of one thing, that this paddle was soon to be against her ass. That was when it hit her. She had just married a Dom.
    Oh God!
    “I see you have figured it out, wife. Now be a good little girl and come please your husband.”
    Shaking and unsure, Lilly handed him the paddle and stood before him. She didn’t flinch when Orin took her hand, pulling her to him.
    Draped over his lap, a fiery need engulfed her. She had never been spanked before in her life, but the thought of this man spanking her ignited something feral within her. Lilly couldn’t help but jolt, stiffening.
    “Relax, wife.” The warning tone did nothing to alleviate the muted protests. “Relax! Do I need to remind you? I will take what is mine—this is for my pleasure, not yours.” A stinging blow came from the paddle, as if to add gravity to the statement. She tried to remain still in pouting acquiescence, refocusing from her comfort to his desire, and the very words