Page 33 of The Sicilian Princess
Rose
Iwas in shock on the way out of Romano's estate. Nick had come for me. Not only that, but so did Vito. I glanced around but could find neither him nor Eunji. I guessed he was taking her back to Texas. I hoped she didn't hate me too much.
"I need to know everything he did to you, little thorn," Nick whispered in my ear. It sent delightful tingles down my spine. I was incredibly happy to see him.
"He threatened to make me his sex slave like he did Eunji. He was going to pass me around to all his men after he'd had his fill." I kept my voice low. I wanted to make sure no one overheard me. It wouldn't do for them to know the extent of what had happened to me. Not that it in any way compared to the pain Eunji had gone through. She went through way more than I did. At least I knew what I was getting into. When you were born into this life, you knew the dangers associated with it. Women were cattle, plain and simple.
Nick's hand tightened on mine. We made it back to the Falcone compound in one piece. Nick dragged me to his father's office. I was nauseous and nervous. Would the man be horrible, like my father? We entered, and I realized we were still holding hands.
"Nicolo, I trust you took care of our problem," a tiny man behind a huge desk said. He wasn't what I was expecting. He looked frail and sickly. I wondered if this was the true reason the Falcones wanted an alliance.
"I did, and I brought Rosalina Picone back, just as we discussed," Nick stated.
His father nodded, and then he dropped the biggest bomb. "Your wedding will be here within the week, and the alliance formed with the Picone family. Never understood why that family would want her to just marry anyone. A good family would've wanted you to marry Falcone blood. We'll create a syndicate and disrupt the Russians."
My mouth hung open in shock. I was sure I was gaping like a fish. This man was much different than my own father. After a beat, I jumped up and freaked out. "I'm not marrying anyone," I cried. He didn't even ask. He just let his father tell us. I begged Nick with my eyes. We weren't at that stage in our relationship. We couldn't just get married for the sake of getting married.
"It's already done. Your father and I signed off on it. It's my understanding you and Nicolo had an intimate relationship in Texas." He shot me a knowing look.
I floundered. "I mean, we did—" I started, but just like all mafia men, he stopped me.
"Then what is the issue? You were meant to be married. The only reason Romano was chosen was because Nick couldn't be found." His father was laying down the law.
I could see the power radiating behind his eyes. He may look sick, but he still ran this outfit. My shoulders slumped in defeat. There was nothing I could do. It was a done deal. I just needed to submit to my fate.
"We have to get ready, Father," Nick bit out. I had a feeling he was angry with me. He hustled us out of his father's office and he took me to a bedroom.
"Take off your clothes, little thorn," he growled.
Since he was my husband-to-be, I couldn't go against him. Not here. Not in his family home. They could do anything to me. I started to strip, my hands shaking. "What are you doing?" I rasped. Fear had crept up my spine, freezing me on the spot.
"You were disrespectful, baby girl, and I'm going to have to punish you. Lie across the bed face down, ass up."
I scrambled to obey. It would only be worse if I didn't. I waited anxiously, while Nick rummaged around the room, but I didn't dare look around to see what he was doing.
"I'm going to spank you, and then I'm going to paddle you," Nick murmured from behind me.
His hand trailed down my spine and I shivered. I was waiting for him.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
I cried out. There was no build up. He rubbed my rear and let me settle. I could feel the bite of tears stinging my eyes, but I knew I was in for it. The worst part was that he didn't speak at all. That told me he was furious with me. I needed to take my spanking so I could be his good little girl again.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
He paused again. Then I felt the handle of some instrument trail down my spine. I knew he was about to paddle me.
Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap!
He hit my warmed-up ass in rapid succession. I screamed out my pain, tears and snot falling onto the sheets as I tried to hold onto a coherent thought.
Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap!
I felt my body being lifted off the bed, and my ass hit Nick's thighs. I hissed at the sting.
He rubbed my back and held me close to his body. "Good girl, you're my good little thorn," he whispered in my ear.
I floated in my head, next to him. I don't think he was even hard on me. I think he gave me more of a reprieve because of Romano. I think if he were truly punishing me harshly, it would have been much worse. No. He was showing me that I couldn't get away with what I did in the office. I could respect that on some level.
"I'm sorry, Daddy," I hiccupped.
He shushed me, and then his mouth was on top of mine. "What are you doing to me, little thorn? You're being punished. Punishments don't end in orgasms." His voice held a hint of a smile. Then his words made their way to my brain. Did he say orgasms? It was then I realized that he was rock hard underneath me, his cock nestled between my thighs. I arched my back, and he growled like an animal. I was going to get my orgasms.
