Page 67 of Enforcer

My fingers trace my clit, swirling a few times, and wetness warms me.

“What’s the verdict? You coming in or not?” I ask, dropping my hand away from my center and turning. I lean over, startingthe water and pulling the curtain closed so the water doesn’t escape and make the marble slippery.

Dante is on me in two massive steps, turning me around so my back is near his front again. He grips my hair tightly in his fist and bends me over the side of the tub, where my hands grab to keep me steady.

“I should spank you for how you ignored my texts tonight.”

His tone’s a wicked note, and I want to reach out and touch it.

“I’m not sorry,” I tell him, and he tightens his grip on my hair. “I have rules, and I’ve followed them since long before I knew you existed, Dante. You won’t change me.”

He uses his fist in my hair to lift me straight against his chest.

His lips run the seam of my ear. “I’ve already changed you, tesoro. You just won’t let yourself acknowledge it yet.”

I open my mouth to give a rebuttal, but he turns us and pushes me toward the door as he lets my hair go. I tumble forward, catching myself before I fall to the floor.

“Dante!” I squeak, turning on him as he turns the water off.

I cross my arms over my chest. “I’m taking a shower.”

He shakes his head. “You’ll take a shower when I’ve gotten you dirty enough for one.”

“Excuse me?”

“You’re excused,” he says, lifting me off my feet and tossing me over his shoulder.

“Dante! Put me down!”

“Alright,” he says, and I bob on his shoulder as he strides back into the bedroom. He tosses me onto the bed, and I bounce twice before stopping on my back.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” I seethe.

He crawls onto the bed, and his eyes darken as he inches towards me. I grip the blankets and back up a bit.

“There’s a little menace driving me a bit insane recently. Other than that, I’m fine.”

“Dante, listen…” I plead.

He shakes his head. “Listening time is over, tesoro.”

Flipping me over, he holds me hostage to the mattress with one hand on my upper back as he smacks my ass.

Hard.

I scream, hoping someone will help me.

But by the third time he spanks me, I have my ass lifted off the bed, ready for the next one.

“Bad girls get spanked, tesoro. And you’ve been a bad fucking girl tonight, haven’t you?”

“Yes,” I breathe, lust filling every fucking cavern in my lungs.

CHAPTER NINETEEN

DANTE

Her screams have turned to moans bleeding into one another like watercolors on a canvas as I plaster my hand to her ass over and over, feeling the anger subsiding as her body goes pliant beneath mine.

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