"Ah!" Dawn moved forward because of the impact of the slap on her butt cheek. Her body tingled with unknown sensation.

Daryn smacked her other butt harder, which made her groan. Her sound only made his brain go haywire and before he knew he smacked the other cheek again. Dawn turned her head over her shoulders to look at him and let out a soft snarl. Now all he wanted was to rip those panties out and see her naked butt. His manhood was twitching with hardness and wanted to feel her ass. So he pressed himself against her. She seemed to squirm. "Ms. Dawn, why didn't you come to me?" he said and remembered Azura dropping her in the morning. He slapped her again.

She didn't say a word.

"You dare to hack my computer?" He slapped her cheek hard. "No one has ever done that with me."

"I said I am—so—ry!" she growled looking at the table in front of her, as another slap fell on her.

Her growl sounded as if he was actually fucking her and his wolf clawed in to jump out. He stopped and rubbed his hands over her red butt. He was panting by now. He didn't remove his hands from there and kept on caressing her butt and her thighs. "Is there another secret you would want to say?" He said as if ready for fresh rounds of spanking. He wanted to take her on his office desk so badly.

"Yes," she said in a husky voice.

"Tell me," he rasped. He stared at her ass and then bent down to kiss it. "Mine," he said aloud. It was beautiful and full and sexy as hell. If it hadn't been his control, he would have taken her there.

Dawn clenched her hips and took in a sharp intake of breath as he kissed. Yes, he loved it. There was no denying that. She said with a ragged breathing, "Five years back, I wrote that article about your company The Mink Corporation that it will go down. That was my report, for which Professor McElroy was punished."

"What?" Daryn couldn't believe his ears. He stopped caressing her. This girl predicted his Company's downfall when she was just eighteen. She was a brilliant market analyst. And now he was not only enticed by her body, but also by her brains. And that meant that she was in England all the while. So that was where she had disappeared? She had fled to England and he had been suffering all the void and ache that she had left behind her. He bent over her and rested his forehead on her back. He would punish her for that one day. Slowly, he pulled her skirt back down. This girl was full of intrigue. He didn't know as to how many mystery layers she was covered with. "You are a bad girl, Ms. Dawn," he whispered and then stood straight. He brought her back to his chest, spun her and lifted her as if she was weightless to make her sit on the desk. His eyes met hers. Her face was red, eyes wide and she looked dazed. "Tell me everything," he demanded. Since he couldn't take his hands off her, he kept them on her thigh and lightly stroked her. He leaned closer. His addiction for her was increasing by the minute. He couldn't comprehend what he would do after they left the office. Was he going mad? He had to punish and tame her until she shouted his name with pleasure. His feral cat. She had just revealed such huge information but did it matter? No. She mattered. The company was winded off. So he looked at her lips as she spoke.

"My marketing professor, Professor McElroy stole my report and wanted to make money out of it. So he published my article. It gathered attention. I confronted him as to why he did it without my consent, but he said that I should be happy that he even used it. At that time I left with anger. My friends warned me against him, but I went back to his office to tell him that this wasn't right. However, when I reached there, I heard some people talking to him from outside his office, and one of them was Neal. He was very angry and he ended up bashing him. I didn't know what to do. Fearing that I would meet the same fate, I ran away from there." She looked up at his reaction. He had stopped caressing her and was simply staring at her. She gulped. "If Neal had listened to the professor, your company would have been saved," she added.

To say that Daryn was amused was not incorrect, but then he was also shocked. At first he cocked his head, then smiled, which broadened and then he tilted his head as laughter escaped him. His little neotide was a smartass. When he stopped laughing, he brought his hands to her face and leaned closer. "I am glad that Neal bashed that professor. I wonder why he didn't kill him?" His finger brushed her lips. How dare that man steal her report? Daryn made a mental note.

Dawn was already so messed up inside with her arousal that when he brushed his finger, she parted her lips hoping to bite it. But he brushed past her lips and went to her nose and then eyebrows. He traced every little detail of her face, entrapped, enticed, and aroused as hell. He knew that she wanted to bite him, but that had to come in time. Lightly, he kissed her lips. Yes, he acknowledged to himself that he had waited for her for five years. Parting her legs he stood in between them and rested his head on her shoulders. "It doesn't matter what happened in the past," he said. A moment later he asked, "Did you like me spanking you?"

A gasp left her. He brought his face in front of her and asked again with a squint in his eyes. "Did you like it?"

"I did, but—"

He brought his finger on her lips. This was all he needed to know and he kissed her over his finger. She felt like curling her legs around him.

"Aren't you angry?" she asked with his finger still on her lips.

Daryn picked her up from the desk and carried her all the way to the sofa. "Now before you tell me what it is you want, I am going to state my part of the deal," he said sliding her down his body.

"Sure," she replied and crossed her legs after sitting down. Her wolf loved this man and wanted him to be with her. This was going to become so complicated.

Daryn sat on the sofa adjacent to her. He looked comforted as he relaxed his body on the back of it. "From now on, you will tell me the truth."

"I will," she replied, as her chest became light. "I have to ask you one thing."

"Sure."

"Did you kill those neotides?"

"No, I didn't," he said with a dark expression.

Dawn's eyes became wide. If he didn't, then who did it?

He frowned and leaned closer to her. "I can't tell you who did it but trust me, I didn't." He paused and then added, "And no matter what, you can't leave me."

Dawn lowered her head. How can that be possible? "You are about to get married, Mr. Daryn and I do not wish to stay like your mistress. So I have to decline that offer." She was crystal clear.