Page 17 of Crazed

He assesses me for another moment, and I think he might stop. I nod again, and his expression morphs into the one I crave to see. It's as if he's going to devour me in pieces until he has all of me. Relief fills me when he kisses my forehead. Stepping back, he states, "You've disobeyed me. Naughty girls need to learn their lessons."

My pulse quickens, beating so hard in my neck, I wonder if he can see it. I focus on my breathing, maintaining control of the extra surge of energy shooting through my veins.

He clenches his jaw and drags his fingertips over my collarbone, down my arm, and across my stomach.

Tingles erupt under his touch. I squirm, pushing my hips closer to him, wishing he had his pants off so I could wrap my legs around his waist and have him inside me.

However, it's not how this works. And I'm feeling extra needy today. Maybe it's because I'm desperate not to lose him, but I know I eventually will.

It's impossible to survive what I have to do to even have a chance to live.

I'm a fool. Massimo will hunt me down just like the Abruzzos. But he won't stop until he finds me. Perhaps they won't care about me anymore once I'm not of value to them anymore, but Massimo won't be forgiving.

Massimo softly chuckles, pulling me out of my thoughts again. He tucks my locks behind my ear. The scent of his skin and his woodsy citrus cologne flare in my nostrils. I inhale deeper, wanting to take as much of it in as possible. His lips hit my ear as he asserts, "I didn't tell you that you could touch me, did I?" He grasps my neck and squeezes, tilting my head back. I can still breathe, but any more strength and I won't be able to. "Now you have to take the consequences."

My butterflies go wild. Massimo's punishments are another thing I don't understand. The pain he bestows on me gives me pleasure. It baffles me. He's not as rough as Ludis or Leo, but he somehow knows how to take me to the edge, break me, then put me back together.

He circles his hand around my waist and caresses my ass cheek. Warmth contrasts with the cool air. It's something else he always does. He keeps the temperature chilly even though it's barely spring. It creates a deeper sting when he doles out my punishments.

He continues rubbing my ass and fists my hair with his other hand. He tugs my head back until my neck can't physically go any farther and I'm facing the ceiling. He states, "Should we review the rules?"

A tiny sound comes out of me. I'm unsure if he wants me to try and answer, but he demonstrates the consequences every time he reviews the rules. And that turns both of us on.

"Rule number one. I determine when you touch me. You broke it, and now, I need to remind you what happens."

Before the last word is out of his mouth, he takes his hand and smacks my ass.

A loud slap echoes in the air.

A sting erupts along my backside. My pussy pulses, and I whimper as he spanks me three more times before rubbing my tender skin.

He repositions my head so I'm facing him. Darkness fills his expression. It should scare me, but all it does is make my body throb more. His deep voice declares, "The rest of the rules, we'll review with you watching in the mirror."

Zings ping-pong in my cells.

"There's one more thing, dolce."

I arch my eyebrows, trying to inhale more oxygen and keep myself calm, but the anticipation I always feel swirls with endorphins.

He drags his fingers over my nipple then pinches them.

I moan, closing my lids, refraining from moving my body closer to his.

"Open your eyes, Katiya," he demands.

I obey, and his commanding expression sends delicious chills down my spine. He studies me a moment then says, "I think it's time we upgrade, don't you?"

A temporary shot of fear passes through me.

Massimo acknowledges it, challenging, "You're breaking rules. We need to make sure you're a good girl in the future. Your actions leave me no choice. Or do you want to stop now?"

Panic he'll untie me replaces my fear. I shake my head.

His lips curl up. "Good girl. Now, look out the window for a moment. See if anyone is watching. Think about all your neighbors who might see that you're a dirty, naughty girl. When I return, you'll only look at the mirror. Every part of your punishment, you'll watch. If you take your focus off the mirror, there will be consequences. Do you understand?"

"Mm-hmm," I agree.

His grin widens. He kisses me on the forehead and turns my head toward the window. "Look closely, my little dolce."

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