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Nick could find his way back to the compound. I hadn't realized he had pissed me off so badly. I had been keeping my familial feelings buried so deep, I had begun to think they didn't exist. It was all ingrained into me by my parents. Now that they were gone, I was able to start feeling for my family. We had grown apart. When we were kids, we were all inseparable. I loved every time my mother was pregnant because that meant a new baby coming. As the eldest child, I always fought my sibling's battles, especially Rose's. I refused to let anyone hurt my baby sister.
Then Luciano was born, and my father started separating me from everyone else. I thought it was bonding. In some skewed-up way, I assumed my father wanted to help groom me into him. He did. I just hadn't realized what a piece of shit he was, the things he did. I had to tell him away from a lot of bad deals. Rose thought that Romano had been bad.
Father wanted to give her away to some low-level soldier in a mafia that was on the west coast. He didn't want to look at her anymore. Every time he did, he was disgusted. I saw her try to be the woman he wanted her to be. She wanted to be just like our mother, but she couldn't. I was happy because our mother was a weak bitch. She threw Rose to the wolves with no thought of what could have happened to her had Nick and I not gone and saved her.
Then I found Eunji and I was not worthy of her. She was such a strong woman. I might not deserve her, but I thought I needed her. If she weren't here, I would lose my soul. I'd be just like my old man and that was something I refused to be. I'd rather die. I had been sitting in the car for a half hour. No one said anything to me. I got out and headed inside the compound. It was time to claim my woman and get it through her skull that she was only mine. Forever.
Chapter 16
Eunji
There was a knock on my bedroom door. I was sitting on the bed sharpening my knife when it happened. I refused to tuck my blade away. Whoever was knocking knew what they were getting into. I was a woman with severe trust issues. That couldn't be fixed. I would always have protection on me. I opened the door, revealing Vito, who was leaning against the door jamb with a nonchalant look on his face. I wanted to wipe it off. I wanted him to want me. I wanted him to be on his knees begging for my time. Ugh, I was such a woman sometimes. I stabbed my knife into the wall beside me and sauntered back into the room. I might not need physical protection from Vito, but I damned sure needed to protect my heart. I could feel his body heat against my back, his lips against my throat as he deeply inhaled me.
"Little lotus, I missed you," he whispered seductively against my skin.
I bit back a moan. "You left me hanging," I pouted. I rubbed my ass back against him, already wet for him.
"I'd do it again. You need to start taking your lessons seriously," he growled.
I whimpered as his hands came up and gripped my throat gently, pulling me against the hard planes of his body. My pussy throbbed in time with my heartbeat. He massaged my throat. It was just enough pressure to remind me of my place, but not enough that I couldn't breathe or felt trapped in anyway. In fact, I felt protected against him like this, his large body engulfing mine. I moaned quietly and rubbed myself harder against him, seeking that friction that could set me off.
"Not yet," he commanded.
I held back my sob of frustration. I'd been waiting for hours. Nothing I did helped take the edge off. "I need you," I whimpered. I sounded pathetic.
"I'm going to give you what you need. Just have some patience, little lotus," he cooed.
He whirled us around and backed into the bed then plunked me down hard onto his lap. I gasped, already knowing what was coming. He pulled off my pants and underwear and started right in. It was then I found out that he had been holding back all this time. He didn't need a paddle; he could hit just as hard, just as strong without it. Barely any time flew past, before I started kicking my legs, trying to help with the pain. But it didn't help. It would never help. Vito was punishing me, and he wasn't being gentle about it.
"I won't go easy on you, little lotus," he said forcefully. His teeth gritted as if he were the one in pain. Vito brought his leg over mine, trapping me completely and pinning me down so I was at his mercy.
I tried in vain to wiggle out of his grasp. An eternity flew by in the blink of a crying eye and Vito finally stopped. I hadn't said I was sorry yet, so my body tightened up, on edge for what he could have in store for me next. Whatever it was, it didn't bode well for my bare bottom which was already red and stinging. Vito stood me up. I wobbled on my feet and he steadied me.
"Bend over, spread your legs, and touch the floor," he demanded.
I didn't even try to argue. There was something different about him and I was worried that he could hurt me if I didn't do exactly as he told me. There was just a slight air of violence surrounding him. I had barely grazed the floor with my fingertips when I felt the bite the paddle. I hadn't seen Vito bring any supplies with him, so it was a shock to feel it.
My first instinct was to move forward, as far away from the paddle as I could because I was already sore. I restrained myself. Vito didn't tell me to stay completely still so I had some leeway in moving, but I didn't want to push him over the edge. I think on some level, I knew he was over my disobedience, and if I didn't heel, he might very well get rid of me. There was no counting, just the hard swats and both of our labored breaths.
Then Vito started talking. "Let's discuss you walking into my office without knocking first, shall we, little lotus?"
"Yes," I gasped between swats.
Vito paused mid strike. "What do you call me?" He swatted me three times in quick succession.
"Sir," I cried. "Yes, Sir." I was sobbing. My tears rolled up into my hair along with snot. My legs were shaking. I was clawing at the carpeting on the floor and my ass was on fire. This was worse than the first paddling and way worse than the ginger root. I'd rather be kept on edge all night than go through this pain.
"Are you going to knock from now on?" Vito kept swatting.
"Yes," I cried harder.
"Are you going to listen to me?" He picked up the pace.
"Yes, sir." I was holding back a scream.
Vito paused once more and I thought he was done, but he wasn't. These hits were the hardest of all.
"Are you going to be mine?" he growled.
