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“Just at a friend’s house,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. “We’re just gonna have a few drinks and catch up.”

“Who’s all going?” he pressed.

“Uh, a bunch of people from school. It’s no big deal,” I explained further.

Vincenzo’s jaw tightened as he considered my words. I could see him battling his emotions within them, the need to protect me warring with his desire to take care of me.

“You can’t keep me prisoner here forever,” I said softly, hoping to appeal to his more rational side. “I need to get out and see my friends, Vincenzo.”

He looked away, rubbing the back of his neck in frustration. “It’s not that I want to lock you away,” he began, his voice strained. “It’s just… I need to know you’re safe. There are dangers out there that could come for you just like they’re coming for me.”

“I know,” I said, stepping closer and placing a hand on his arm. “I’ll be careful, I promise.”

He sighed deeply, his shoulders slumping slightly. “Alright, you can go. But Tony goes with you.”

I frowned, my initial reaction one of pure disbelief and irritation.

“Tony? But he?—”

“No buts, Jenna,” he interrupted, his tone firm. “You’re taking Tony with you, or you’re not going at all.”

The threat of his belt remained in the air between us, and my backside clenched again. I didn’t want him to take me upstairs and for Tony to hear me get a spanking, but there was no doubt in my mind that that’s exactly what would happen if I pushed Vincenzo any further.

Reluctantly, I nodded, seeing no other option. “Fine. Tony can come.”

Vincenzo’s expression softened slightly, and he brushed a strand of hair away from my face.

“I just need to know you’re safe,” he murmured, his voice soft and full of warmth. The sound of it made all my frustration fly away and I sighed, cuddling closer to him and wrapping my arms around his waist.

“I understand,” I said, offering a small smile. “And thank you for letting me go.”

He pulled me into a hug, holding me tightly. “Just promise me you’ll be careful.”

“I promise,” I whispered.

“If you break that promise, little girl, I’m going to have to punish you. You might enjoy it, or you might not, but I most certainly will,” he warned, and my breath caught in the back of my throat.

Did he mean his belt? Or was there something else he had in mind? The possibilities swirled through my head and my body heated.

“I’ll behave,” I managed with an embarrassed whisper, and Vincenzo smiled, a knowing expression on his face.

“Good girl.”

CHAPTER 17

Jenna

Honestly, I couldn’t believe Tony had fit in the driver’s seat of my car. I’d always been proud of my light blue Honda Fit, but right now, it seemed pretty comical watching him squeeze into the front seat.

Like a square peg in a round hole.

Or maybe like Vincenzo’s cock in my pus—No! I wasn’t going to go there.

I blushed because my mind went there anyway.

Fucking hopeless, you filthy little slut.

With a tight grimace, he adjusted the seat as far back as it would go, his knees still slightly bent, and the sight made me crack a small smile despite my annoyance that I had to take him with me in the first place.

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