“I knew you were going to do this!” she screams, scissoring her legs.
“So you manipulated me into doing this?” I ask. “You wanted a spanking. If you want a spanking, all you have to do is ask for one.”
“Bullshit!”
“Language,” I growl, and I slap the underside of her ass, hard. I just came all over her, but the feel of the smack of skin on skin makes me hard again.
“Who in their right mind would ask for a spanking?” she asks.
“A good little girl who knew what was good for her,” I say. But I don’t smack her butt again. I rub where I spanked her, then give her a little squeeze. “I’m not going to let you manipulate me. I don’t work that way.”
What she wants is a good spanking, and even though she’d do well with just that, I mean it. I will not be manipulated.
“You do need to be punished, though,” I tell her. “You disobeyed me and talked back. You defied me.”
She stills over my lap. “You’re right, sir,” she says. “I was a naughty, naughty girl.”
I’m glad she’s belly-down over my lap so she doesn’t see the grin I can’t hide. She’s playing this perfectly, the little brat.
I lift her off my lap. She stands in front of me, confused and so beautiful it makes me ache.
“You were a naughty girl,” I say. “Lay on the bed and spread your legs for me.”
My cock hardens all goddamn over again, but I ignore it. With wide eyes and a shit-eating grin, she does exactly what I tell her.
“Good girl,” I say. “Just like that.”
I kneel in front of her and drape her legs over my shoulders. She thinks she’s getting exactly what she wants. She’s going to learn I don’t play that way.
I kiss her pussy and tease her with the tip of my tongue until she’s squirming and moaning. Her hands fly to my hair and she anchors herself on me. She’s so ready, so primed, it doesn’t take long until she’s panting and on the cusp of climax.
Which is exactly when I stop, take her legs off my shoulders, and swing them onto the bed.
“Bed, baby,” I tell her.
“Wait. What?” she asks. “Enzo!”
I tip her to the side and give her ass a hard slap. “That’s sir to you.” I lift the blanket and tuck it in around her.
“You can’t—I don’t—why?”
“Why?” I ask. I stand beside the bed and cross my arms. “Because you need to be punished for manipulating me. You want a spanking, so you’re not gonna get it that way. Tonight, I’m punishing you this way.”
“By denying me an orgasm?” her brows draw together and she glares at me.
“No, princess, by docking your allowance.” I roll my eyes. “Yeah, by denying you an orgasm. And you’re not getting another one, not by me or your own damn hand, until you obey me.”
“Enzo!”
I cluck my tongue and shake my head. “Gonna be a while before you come again.”
“Sir,” she pleads.
I walk to the guest room closet and grab a pair of old pajama bottoms I tossed in a bag to donate. I pull them on, walk to her side of the bed, and lie down.
“What are you doing now?” she mumbles. “Trying to make it harder for me by lying there looking like a damn Calvin Klein ad?”
My lips quirk up. “No, honey.”
Her face softens. “Aww. You’re laying beside me to make sure I get a good night’s sleep?”
I shake my head. “Also no.”
She looks confused. “Then what?”
“Making sure you don’t slide your hand between your legs and touch what’s mine,” I say.
Her eyes widen, and she shakes her head. “You’re evil.”
“’Bout time you caught on.”Chapter 13Mia
He’s going to fucking kill me.
I don't mean that literally. I mean when I’m near Enzo, I forget about all my dreams. Everything I thought I wanted for myself becomes irrelevant. All I want is him.
Not touching myself is torture. Having him not touch me is worse. I know why he’s holding off, but I also know something else: it's inevitable. We're going to be together. I've never felt passion before like I do with Enzo. He makes my body come alive.
I lie in bed awake, trying to process everything that has happened. I saw the brutal side of Enzo tonight in full force, and then I saw his passion. I felt his cock in my hand, throbbing with dominant life.
I want to be with him. In every way. I can't help myself, thinking about everything, a whole future of dreams. Getting married to him. Having his babies. I didn't think I wanted babies, but Enzo makes me want everything.
I’m falling for him, head over heels, and I can't help myself. I told myself that I’d find someone outside the mafia. A rich guy without criminal connections, a businessman, or maybe a rockstar. I never, ever thought I would fall for a man like Enzo. I'm still not sure I should, but I'm not in control of that.