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It hurt. More than I thought it would. But I also liked it far more than I expected to. That must be at least part of the reason I couldn’t help the urge to be disobedient, because just one taste of Caleb’s hand on me and I was addicted. I wanted more.

“Do you repent?”

“No,” I growled.

“So be it.”

His hand found me again, this time raining down on the other cheek. I could feel the impression of his palm searing my flesh, the sting sharp and then fading away to a warm glow. I was tingling everywhere. I’d never been so aware of the air on my skin.

He didn’t lift his hand this time. Instead, he circled the place he’d connected with and squeezed.

“God give me strength to deal with you, Sunday Fallon.” Then his palm was gone, but I felt the air shift as he landed another blow on my already stinging cheek.

I grunted, the sound low and needy.More. I needed more.“Harder, Daddy.”