She laughed and squirmed, but when my hand came down on her arse, her head reared back with a gasp. “What the hell?” she screeched. “That’s for existing before I knew about you.” I smacked her other cheek. “That’s for walking around in the world without me by your side to scare those arseholes away.” “Ronan!” She wiggled her hips, but she didn’t even attempt to escape me. “You’ve lost your mind.” Two smacks, and her cheeks jiggled beautifully under her silky dress. “That’s for going into mosh pits. You should have known better. I bet you bruised this perfect skin. My skin.”
