Page 27 of Prideful Union
“Because she said she broke up with you, but she didn’t sound happy about it.”
Santino’s eyes darken. “Lucia, just go upstairs. I’m done answering your questions tonight.” He walks away, effectively dismissing me.
It only pisses me off, but there’s not much I can do. If Santino refuses to budge, then I can’t make him move.
So, I go upstairs, fuming the entire way.
CHAPTER 8
Santino
I’ve never had my patience tested as much as Lucia has done to me. Sneaking off to clubs, slapping me, and acting like she’s so much better than anyone else. Including me.
I need to show that girl a lesson because clearly a spanking wasn’t enough.
Lucia comes down for breakfast, looking effortlessly pretty (which is something I’d never tell her because I don’t need her ego getting larger). My chef has made a large spread of delicious food. What Lucia doesn’t know is that her punishment is about to begin.
“Good morning,” I say as she takes her seat at the far end of the dining table.
She shoots me a glare. “You don’t get to act nice to me. Not after how you treated me yesterday.”
I steeple my fingers under my chin. “And how did I treat you yesterday?”
“You spanked me.” She shifts in her seat.
“Is your ass still sore?”
“What do you think?”
I chuckle as I take a sip of my water. “That’s just the beginning, Lucia. You snuck out to a club yesterday without me knowing.”
“You really sound like my father. I think things are getting a little incestuous, no?”
I ignore her comment. “You could have been hurt.”
She snorts. “Oh? So, you care about me now?” She spreads cream onto a scone, then stuffs it into her mouth.
“Manners, Lucia.”
“I don’t care,” she says around her mouthful of food. I grit my teeth. This girl will be the death of me, I swear.
“What do you think my men will think when they find out I can’t control my wife?”
She shrugs. “Not my problem. Maybe if you treated me the way a wife should be treated, we wouldn’t be in this predicament.” She flashes me a smile.
“We’re in this predicament because you refuse to listen to me.”
“And you refuse to stop bossing me around.”
“You’re infuriating,” I say.
“So are you.”
We stare at each other a moment. It reminds me of yesterday before we kissed. That kiss … It was one of the best kisses I’ve ever had in my life. I want to kiss Lucia again and touch her and fuck her.
But my annoyance keeps getting in the way.
I look down at my plate for a moment, breaking the tension. “Here’s what we’re going to do. Your punishment.”
