Page 151 of Wicked Rivals

Another hard slap on the other side of my ass.

“Are you going to sneak out of my house again, Valerie?”

“No, I won’t do it again,” I said, holding back a whimper.

I agreed with him, so he wouldn’t spank me again, or so I thought. But sweet mother of God, I had underestimated him. A third slap came down on my ass.

That one stung the most.

I squeezed my eyes shut, thinking this man, this mafia king, would never be underestimated by me again.

“Are you going to refuse my protection again, Valerie?”

“No,” I whined.

“Are you going to try to leave me again?”

Then he forced my thighs open wide, and another slap came down. Perfectly angled, this one landed on my wet pussy.

“No, sir,” I said with a little moan.

I might have been a damn masochist, but the sting felt exquisite. The perfect blend of pain and pleasure. I could hardly hold back the orgasm about to rip through me.

After pinching my clit, the fucking sadistic tease, he dragged a trail of wetness up between my ass cheeks, and I moaned again.

“Are you going to obey me at all times, Valerie?”

His choice of words and his lowered voice warned me that I should be careful with my response this time. He’d given me a move to make, and it had to be the right one. It would set the tone for us.

“That depends,” I blurted through a breathless pant. “I’m not a fucking dog.”

Beneath the pillow, I gripped the sheet, bracing for another spanking in case I’d said the wrong thing.

It didn’t happen.

No, Stefano bent over me instead, his breath warming my shoulder. Then he growled the words “that’s my good girl” against my ear.

“Good girl,” he repeated. “I don’t want an obedient bitch. I want a woman who can fight me, challenge me, and make me a better man.

“But the next time your insolence puts my son’s life at risk, or your own, I will show you what a proper punishment is. I will spank your ass raw, and then I’ll take it in every way, with very little prep. Do I make myself clear?”

Again, he dragged his knuckle through my slickness and up between my ass cheeks.

My thighs shook with the need to come.

“Yes, sir,” I breathed.

The more he touched me, the more I wanted him. I wanted all of him in any way he wanted me.

“Tell me you belong to me now. Tell me you’re going to stay here, under my roof, in my bed, where you belong. Where I can keep you safe.”

“Yes,” I whispered like a prayer.

Like a promise.

I wanted to be there. I wanted to be with Stefano. I wanted him to give me more children.

Stefano was my future, just like he was my past, and I didn’t want to fight it anymore.

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