Page 29 of Captive Mafia Wife

“Take,” I say, “a seat. You want answers.” I pull a chair out, dragging it over the floor. “And I want to review some rules to ensure your safety.”

Crossing her arms over her chest, she stares at me, waiting a beat to see what I’ll do if she doesn’t obey. It’s the perfect opportunity to lay down the law and the rules of this estate.

Her safety comes above all else but is the only thing above her comfort. And I’m about to make her very, very uncomfortable.

We remain standing in a face-off which I will win. “Since you don’t want to sit, I guess you want to lie down.”

“With you?” She gives a haughty laugh as her perfect brow knits. “I don’t think so.”

I take her hand, and as smoothly as I cut through the icy water of the river, I sit, pulling her over my lap in one fluid motion. In her shock, she has no time to fight me. I swiftly kick my leg around hers, pinning them in place, and wrap an arm around her waist.

Now, she’s realizing what’s happening. She enters warrior mode, reigniting my wish for full armor. She’s wriggling and attempting to kick her way out of my arms like a swimmer herself, but she can't break my hold with her hands pressing into the floor tobalance her weight.

She’s letting out a long string of unladylike curse words, some of which must be from the island as I’ve never heard of half of them, ending with, “What in the Highlands do you think you’re doing youdurty bag o washin’!”

I love the feel of her lithe body laid across my lap, helpless and at my mercy. “Your life is in my hands. I’ll not tolerate your disobedience.”

“You bampot. Scunner. Gleekit—” And on and on.

“Lucky for you, princess, I have no idea what any of those words are, but if you stop your gibberish for a moment, I’ll tell you what I’m going to do to you.”

She rants until she feels my hand smooth up the backs of her legs, pushing her dress up to her waist. Freezing like an elderberry popsicle, her body tautens as she goes silent, then whispers, “What…are you…doing?”

“Right now? I’m enjoying the lovely sight of your body stretched out over my lap.” I smooth my hand over the backs of her bare thighs, sending chill bumps over her skin as I say, “And I’m wondering how I’m going to get these sexy red lace panties down without you kicking me.”

“My panties?” She gives a shrill shriek of displeasure. “Well, that will just NOT be happening, aye? I don’t know what kind of convoluted agreement you and Callum have come to, but when he hears about this?—”

I lean down, asking, “Do you really want to tell your brother that I took you over my lap, pulled down your panties, and spanked you like the naughty girl you are?”

I’ve rendered her momentarily speechless. I take the opportunity to palm the curve of her ass, cupping her soft skin. “And after I get these pretty panties down, I’m going topunish you.” Tucking a finger under the elastic band of her panties where they meet the curve of her hip, I pull them back, letting them go with a snap.

The teasing pop brings her out of her shock.

“Bastard!” Her back arches, and her breath hitches in her throat again.

I cup her ass, pushing my fingers into the soft flesh of her buttocks. “Don’t say that again.” I can feel her heart racing against my thigh. Knowing that I can reduce my fierce warrior to a shivering, defiant captive in my arms is a powerful feeling.

I grab the back of the band around her waist, tugging.

"Fredrick!" She protests, her strong voice unsteady. "You wouldn't dare."

“Wouldn’t I?” I pull down her panties, lining them up under the bottom curve of her ass, taking in another pretty picture of Freya.

Her pale curves are so beautiful, and the ring of red lace that wraps around the tops of her thighs only makes them sexier.

“Do. NOT. Spank me, Fredrick Frisque.”

Her words only fuel my determination. With a firm yet gentle hand, I begin to spank her lightly. The sound of flesh meeting flesh fills the air between us, intensifying with each strike until she's squirming and writhing beneath me in protest and arousal. Her pale skin turns light pink under my careful attention.

I give her right cheek a hard spank. "That's one," I say, my voice low and firm. "For not sitting when Iasked."

“You have got to be kidding,” she seethes.

My hand comes down again, same spot, harder this time, causing her to gasp and arch her back in response. "Two," I continue, my voice a sensual melody against her ears. "For trying to escape my grasp."

My red handprint rises on her flesh, making my cock go hard against her squirming belly. Her breath hitches as my hand descends once more, the force of each spank now leaving a warm imprint across her flesh.

The scent of her arousal fills the air, mingling with the rich scents of our surroundings.

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