𝐑𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐧 𝐎𝐟 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐬 [𝟏𝟖+] ✓

09*

Thanks for being patient.

I wrote smut hehe

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Katrina Diaz

"The what?"

I frowned. "The pact between our families. You definitely know it."

"I'm not in the business of dishing out favours. Least of all information can be used as a weapon. Unless you offer me something in return, you're not getting a word about it from me. So, what do you have?" His alarming green eyes locked with mine, his tone businesslike.

Ire scraped at the back of my neck. "Do you want me to draw a doodle of your face?"

"No."

"A sarcasm class?"

"No."

Then, just as if I wasn't holding his leg like a bloody koala, I recited a list of ridiculous things with a poker face. "Bunny Slippers? Poop emoji cushion? Frog eye mask? Unicorn backpack? Cat ear hair pins with bells? Rubber Duck with a dick? Penis blanket? Door knocker balls? Micropenis cure? Butt Hole Stretcher? The Beautiful Poetry of Donald Trump book—"

"Katrina," Hayden warned, tone void of humour.

"I'm trying, I'm trying..." I feigned a sigh before grinning. "An orgy?"

"What do you take me for, Spitfire?"

"Someone who prefers reading The Beautiful Poetry Of Donald Trump to How not to be a dick book?" I suggested, my lips twitching into an insolent smile.

"That's it. Your time is up. Good luck trying to get the information."

"No, no, no. Wait, I've got something useful." His brow hiked. My eyes swung to his hard-on. "A blow job?"

"A hard pass until further notice."

"The what? Why?" I protested, "Hey, I'm not a bed princess."

His eyes lingered on my mouth. "I didn't decline your offer, Spitfire. Your penalty first."

"Penalty for what?" My brows knitted in confusion.

"For proposing ridiculous suggestions in my negotiation."

Anger coiled at my nape. "What? There is no such rule."

"It is in my book," he tsked. "Now spitfire, for your penalty, each of your ridiculous propositions gets a spank."

"Are you shitting me, Hayden?" I let go of his leg and rise to my full height.

"Am I?"

No, he wasn't. He wasn't joking at all. He was dead serious about spanking me. And if I had to get the information out of him, this was the only way. A thrill speared through me as I glared at the floor, cheeks heated with embarrassment.