Because You Are Mine Part IV: Because You Must Learn Read Online Free Page A

to find an attendant that spoke English. The woman assured her that her name was down as a guest and she may pick up a card key at the front desk if she showed her identification.
    She changed and took to the streets of Paris, running the narrow back roads for miles and then along the tourist- and shopper-crowded Champs-Elysées, past the Arc de Triomphe. By the time she returned to the hotel, she’d pounded out a lot of her anxiety and worries on the pavement. Jogging always did calm her.
    Of course
Ian hadn’t been manipulating her about the birth control. She wanted to be risk free in regard to pregnancy as much as he did. Why had she thought otherwise?
    She was feeling easygoing and peaceful until she opened the door to the suite and saw Ian pacing tensely in front of the marble fireplace, the energy pouring off him, reminding her of a caged tiger. He had his phone pressed to his ear. He paused and looked back at her.
    “Never mind,” he said, his mouth pressed into a hard line as his gaze ran over her. “She just walked in.” He tapped his finger on the phone panel and set it on the mantel.
    “Where have you been?” he asked. Her spine stiffened at his accusatory tone. He walked toward her, his eyes gleaming like banked flames.
    “Jogging,” she said, glancing down at her shorts, T-shirt, and running shoes as if to say,
Hello, isn’t it obvious?
    “I was worried. You didn’t even leave a note.”
    Her mouth fell open. “I didn’t think you’d be back before I was,” she exclaimed, stunned by his restrained fury. “What’s
wrong
with you?”
    His facial muscles tightened. “I’m the one who brought you to Paris. I’m responsible for you. I’d prefer it if you didn’t just run off like that,” he snapped, turning and stalking away from her.
    “I’m responsible for
myself.
I’ve been doing a pretty good job of it for the past twenty-three years, thank you very much,” she replied irritably.
    “You’re here with me,” he said, whipping around.
    “Ian, that’s ridiculous,” she cried. She couldn’t believe he was being so irrational. What was behind his anger? Was he so controlled, so fastidious about his plans, that he couldn’t allow for a spontaneous decision, like her morning run? “You can’t actually be
mad
at me for going jogging.”
    A muscle jumped in his cheek. Behind the glint of anger in his eyes, she saw a shadow of helpless concern. God, he really
had
been worried about her.
Why?
Despite her irritation at him, her heart went out to him. He walked toward her. She resisted an urge to step back, he looked so intense.
    “I’m angry because you left without leaving word where you were. If you’d brought it up earlier, it might have been different, although I would have said that I preferred you didn’t go traipsing around a strange city by yourself. This isn’t Chicago. You barely speak the language.”
    “I lived in Paris for several months!”
    “I don’t like it when someone I’m responsible for suddenly disappears,” he said through a stiff jaw.
    His gaze dropped over her, and she suddenly felt self-conscious of the clothing she wore—a jogging bra, a tight T-shirt, and shorts. Her nipples pulled tight when his stare lingered on her breasts.
    “Go and shower,” he said, turning and walking toward the fireplace.
    “Why?”
    He rested a forearm on the mantel and glanced back at her. “Because you have a lot to learn, Francesca,” he said, his tone more subdued. She swallowed thickly.
    “Are you going to . . . to punish me?”
    “I was very worried when I came back to an empty hotel suite. I expected you’d be here waiting for me. So the answer is
yes
. I am going to punish you, and then I’m going to fuck you for my pleasure alone. If you haven’t learned the lesson after that, then maybe I will punish you again. However long it takes for you to learn that I don’t like it when you’re impulsive.”
    Her nipples pulled even tighter against the tight