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“You know what I mean.”Whack!I flinch a little at that one because he caught me completely off guard. When he palms my cheek, the tip of his thumb comes awfully close to where I’m desperate for his touch. He must have still managed to gather some of my wetness as his thumb leaves a wet trail on my cheek. He spanks me three more times, and by the time he stops, I’m panting, and the fire between my legs is searing. More so than the reddened skin on my ass.

“I can see how frustrated you are, Alessia. I can help you with that. It won’t take long,” the smug bastard says as he plays with my sore cheeks.

“I can take care of that myself, thank you very much.”

He grows ultimately still under me; his hand stops groping. “What’s stopping you then? By all means, take care of that.”

The thought of touching myself in front of him is tempting. It would be a much better orgasm than if I were to run into my room right now and rub one out alone. But he’s already caused enough damage to my pride and dignity for a lifetime. I will not allow him anymore.

“I’ve taken my punishment like agood girl. Now, let me go.” The breathiness is gone from my voice as I growl.

He sighs and shifts a little to reach for my panties and slides them back into place. “Well, if you change your mind…” He pulls my dress down and stands me up. “You’ll know where to find me.”

I have the compelling urge to tell him to go fuck himself, but I’m sure that would earn me another spanking, and I would not be able to resist him a second time. So, with my tail tucked between my legs, I run out of his room without a glance back and lock myself into mine.

Going straight for my bed, I don’t even pull my panties down as I shove my hand down the front of them and get myself off to thoughts of Massimo spanking me and touching me.

Chapter thirteen

Massimo

My wild kitten has been avoiding me now for days after I turned her perky ass red.

I can still see her glistening pussy and smell her pungent scent. I knew she would enjoy her spanking. The mixture of struggle and rage turned her on.

It won’t be long until I can adequately claim Alessia. And I don’t mean by our espousal. I mean showing her how her body is owned by me. The only man capable of understanding and managing a woman of her nature, and vice versa. A wild being like her needs to relinquish control every once in a while. To feel overpowered.

I did enjoy the submissive women I’ve had in the past, but to finally have a woman worthy of a challenge will more than keep me satisfied for the rest of my days. So far, this union with Alessia Bonetti has not been disappointing at all.

Leaning back in my chair, I sigh and run my hands through my hair frustratingly. It’s been so long since I’ve had sex, and although the wait for Alessia will be over soon, it’s not soonenough. Rolling my head around on my shoulders, I decide to see where mygattinais right now.

I’ve had enough of her silent treatment. I’m the one who should still be furious with her for accusing me once again of being a perfidious man. I warned her once, and she defied me. Questioned me. Doubted me. Mistrusted me.

Pulling up surveillance, I look at her bedroom first. When I do, I’m on my feet, instantly wrathful. She and Monte are in her room…

With. The. Door.Shut.

How dare either of them slight me in my own home? What the fuck would people think if they saw them go into her bedroom and shut the door behind them? My men would lose respect for me; my staff would start whispering, and rumors would spread. People would think that my fiancée is fucking my cousin. Another man.A fucking foot soldier!That willnotbe tolerated. Monte should know better, but he’s about to be taught a hard fucking lesson.

Storming into her room without knocking, they stop laughing from where they’re sitting. Monte’s eyes widen when he sees that it’s he who is targeted. “Massimo?” I hardly even register Alessia’s voice. Monte has just gotten to his feet when I grab him by the collar and use my fist to make quick contact with his face, not at all holding back. I’m seeing red as I imagine him and Alessia fucking behind my back and under my own roof.

“Oh, my God! Massimo! What the fuck!” Alessia shrieks behind me as I literally toss Monte as far as I can and go for him again. His face is already bleeding, and he begins sputtering as he tries to scramble back and get his feet underneath him.

“You dare disrespect me in my own fucking house!” I roar. “With my fucking woman!” His head starts shaking, and I snatch him up by the shirt. This time, my fist plunging through his skull with seemingly absent resistance, splattering blood chaotically.“You think just because we are family, you can get away with it?” I feel bone crunch under my fist when I drive my fist into his face again and again in a fit of rage.

The thought of anyone getting near my woman is unfathomable. It drives me into such a rage I cannot see straight. I lose all control. I can barely even breathe. My actions and emotions are out of my hands and driven solely by fury. I’m unbalanced and crazed, out for blood.

My fist keeps pounding until my air supply gets cut off by something tightly wrapped around my throat, choking me. My instincts have me grabbing at it with my hands, but it’s so tight around my neck I can’t get a grip on it, and it must have been strangling me for a while because my head is already getting light and spots are dancing in front of my eyes. The adrenaline from the rage is wearing off as I’m vastly weakening, and I get yanked back. Then it’s released, and I’m choking and gasping for air. Disoriented and confused as to what the hell just happened.

“Are you done now?” Alessia snaps, and I see her feet on the floor right in front of me, but all I’m able to do is cough and choke. Her feet leave my sight, and I can faintly hear her muttering something behind me and then calling for my men to come to help her.

Turning over to sit on my ass to try and catch my breath, I see two of my men rushing in with their guns drawn, seeking out the danger. It takes them a moment to assess the situation as they first look at me, then they see Monte, a bloody mess on the floor, and rush to him.

“Yeah, he’s still got a pulse,” I hear Alessia say, shaking me out of it some.

I’m still trying to squeeze air through my now sore throat when she looks over her shoulder at me. And when her eyes meet mine, she gives me a look I have never seen from her before. There’s fear in her gaze. From what, though? Me? No, she can’tbe afraid of me for that. She knows what I am capable of, and I’ve watched her kneecap a man with a lead pipe and enjoy it. But defending my honor and hers, that scares her?

The guys lift Monte’s limp body, and I watch Alessia follow them out. I don’t try to stop her mainly because my vocal cords aren’t fully functioning yet, so I sit here and sulk instead. It’s then that I notice the scarf sitting on my lap. It must’ve been what was around my neck, and I chuckle now, realizing what the hell happened. She knew she couldn’t possibly fight me off him, so she strangled me with a scarf to subdue me.

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