Hard To Master

"Good girls don't get punished." He said bluntly, putting the cigarette between his teeth, and lighting it in front of me. Any other day, I'd be pissed. Knowing he was doing this to tick me off.

"And what if the girl isn't good?" My eyes were narrowed tighter than they should. I was playing a dangerous game, one I knew I'd pay the consequences for later.

The male eyed me up and down. He sat back with the same amount of amusement in his awfully gorgeous dark eyes and took a long puff of his cigarette. When he blew it out, the next few words he spoke caused a shiver to race down my spine.

"She gets punished."