Page 72 of Unbreakable Vow

My insides clench at the sound of leather zipping free.

“Because if you were sorry you said it, you wouldn’t be qualifying the remarks as you just being honest. Because saying you were being honest means you believe it.” He folds the belt in half and lightly taps it against his leg.

His logic is sound.

“Eyes up!” he snaps when I lower my gaze away from him. “Do not look away from me,” he orders once I raise my eyes to his again.

“Do you believe what that bastard said about you in the paper?” He questions me with a softer tone, like he’s actually curious of the answer and not just trying to drive some point home.

I raise my chin and roll my shoulders back.

“No.” I draw in a breath. “I’m comfortable with myself.”

“Do you think I believe what he printed?” His eyes narrow slightly.

“I don’t think so, no.” There’s less confidence in this statement than my last.

“Why do you think not?” He tilts his head to the side.

“Because if you did, you wouldn’t have asked me to go along with this arrangement. But then again, if you believed no one else would want me, so I’d of course go along with it… because who would want me as a wife…”

“That’s enough!” His voice booms in the room. “Do you really believe that?” This question comes softer.

I pause, letting him stew for a moment.

“No.” I give a little shake. “But I don’t think either of us can deny I’m not exactly what society thinks a millionaire mob moss should be married to.”

“Billion,” he corrects me. “With this new company, I’ll have a net worth of almost two billion American dollars.”

My jaw slacks. Two billion? I don’t even have two hundred to my name.

He steps up on the platform with me, moving to stand to my right.

“Turn to face the other way, get down on your hands and knees, keep your ass up high.” The buckle of the belt jangles as he maneuvers it, so the metal buckle is tucked into his palm.

He’s made up his mind. The conversation is over.

“What are you going to do?” I ask as I get into position. It’s a stupid question, but the silence of the room is setting my nerves on fire.

“I’m going to whip your ass,” he says simply. “And then I’m going fuck you while you watch in the mirrors. I want you to see how fucking gorgeous you are, how beautiful every fucking curve is while I’m fucking you from behind. And if you’re good,” he trails the folded end of his belt along my spine, “I’ll make you come so hard, the people walking by will hear you scream my name.”

I glance at him through the mirror and his eyes meet mine.

A chill dances through me.

“Now, get your ass up high for me.”

Nothing makesmy cock harder than the squeal she makes when my belt lands across her ass.

It’s a fucking symphony.

“Sergei!” She cries out a plea, but she’s not getting an ounce of mercy from me.

“I was clear, yes, about not speaking about yourself like you did?” I bring my arm back, ready to unleash another lash across her lush ass.

There’s already three red marks crossing both cheeks, but I’m not done painting her ass red.

“Yes, but—” The slap of the belt against her flesh cuts her off.

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