Page 47 of His to Honor

Closing the front door, I activate the security system and follow Giulia to her bedroom. When I enter, she’s kicked off her shoes and is standing by the bed, fists clenched at her sides. I guess she was expecting me.

“What the fuck, Matteo?” she demands. “You had me dragged out of a club because I was talking to another man?”

“That was Damiano’s call.”

“Right, but who asked Damiano to spy on me?”

Trying to calm the situation, I breathe in deeply and speak in a steady voice. “I asked him to keep you safe.”

“I was safe.” Giulia jabs a finger at me. “You just didn’t like me talking to another man.”

My jaw clenches at her confrontational tone. “You don’t know who he was.”

“It doesn’t matter who he was, Matteo. I was handling him. You had no right…”

That shit won’t fly. She cuts off mid-sentence as I step up to her, getting in her face. “I had every right, Giulia. You are mine.”

“No.”

I reach out and curve my hand around her cheek. It’s taking every ounce of strength I have to remain calm in the face of her aggression. “No what, Giulia? No, I don’t have the right to protect you or no, you’re not mine?”

Giulia slaps my hand away. “I’m not a possession.”

“No,” I agree, “but you belong to me all the same and that gives me every right to do whatever it takes to keep you safe.”

She shakes her head. “No, Matteo…”

“You need me to prove it to you?” I advance on her as she backs away, her retreat eventually halted by the wall. “You need me to show you that every part of you belongs to me?”

Her lips twist into a scowl as fire flashes in her eyes. She’s spoiling for a fight, trying to goad me into staking my claim in the most savage way possible. When she puts her hands on my chest and tries to shove me away, I know I’m right. She wants me to show her who’s boss.

Grabbing her hands, I pin them above her head. Giulia bares her teeth as she struggles, but I simply tighten my body as I press against her and lower my lips to hers. My kiss is harsh, demanding. I don’t relent until Giulia yields to me, parting her lips to give me access. Then I push my tongue into her mouth, tasting, teasing. I don’t let up until she finally kisses me back. The moment her body softens against me, I release her.

“Strip!” My tone is more aggressive than usual, but the desire to make Giulia see once and for all that she’s mine is overwhelming.

“Matty.” She reaches out for me, but I step back. I know what she’s trying to do. She fears what she’s unleashed and is trying to soothe the beast inside me that wants to lay claim to every part of her.

“I said strip.”

Still she hesitates. It seems she needs a little incentive to do as she’s told. Taking hold of her shoulders, I spin her around and spank her ass three times. It can’t have hurt much through her clothing, but Giulia whimpers. I turn her back to face me. “That’s just the start of your punishment, sweetheart. Continuing to defy me will only add to the count.” I give her a few seconds to absorb my warning. “Now, strip.”

This time she obeys my instruction. Reaching behind her, she lowers the zipper on the ridiculously short dress she wore tonight. I still can’t believe I let her leave the house in it without me by her side.

She pulls the slip of fabric off over her head and then tosses it across the room. Then she removes her black lacy bra and panties, dropping them to the floor before kicking them away.

Sinking her teeth into her bottom lip, she glares defiantly at me. Her arms hang by her sides. I like that she doesn’t try to hide any part of herself as she waits for my next instruction. I take a moment to admire her breasts. They’re beautifully plump, not too big or too small. Her skin has a warm, peachy glow and her nipples are a dusky rose color. I want to lick them until they draw up into tight peaks, but I resist. Giulia has a punishment coming and I need to attend to that before I indulge my desires.

“Bend over the bed, arms above your head, legs spread and ass pushed out.”

“Matty.” Her big brown eyes widen as she stares beseechingly at me. I’m not about to be distracted by her innocent look.

“Now, Giulia.”

Offering no further resistance, she sighs, turns, and drapes herself elegantly over the bed, adopting the position I demanded. She glances over her shoulder. “What happens now?”

“I’m going to whip your ass with my belt and then fuck you until you know who you belong to.”

By the time I’m finished with her, she’ll never doubt it again.

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