The Rough Cowboy's Spanked Mail-Order Bride: Western Erotic Spanking Degradation Romance

I signed the contract knowing Fiona would save the ranch, but when my forearm grazed her auburn curls at the table, the real need clawed up. She watches me with that composed face, hiding the defiance and the past that makes her wary of staying.

I want her in the hayloft where no one can hear. I want my hand cracking against her skin until she surrenders to the degradation, until she admits she belongs to me through the pain I give. The fear that she'll leave like the rest twists inside me, yet it only sharpens what I must do.

The ink is barely dry. One order and she'll follow me up those stairs. I don't know if she'll still be steady when I begin.