Page 41 of Sins of the Son

“I’ll scream,” she warned as her back hit the tinted, arched, glass windows that surrounded my office.

I lifted an eyebrow. “I hope you do. How else will I know if you’re in pain or not?”

She gasped. Desperate, she attempted to bolt past me for the exit.

I stretched my arm out, catching her around the waist. Hauling her struggling form up against my chest, I fisted her hair and pulled her head back onto my shoulder to whisper in her ear, “I am not a patient man, carissima, you should have thought about that before you tested me today.”

With a swipe of my free arm, I sent the contents of my desk crashing to the floor.

Using my grip on her hair, I bent her over the edge of the desk.

She tried to rise.

“Bend back over that desk, or so help me God, you won’t like where I whip you next,” I warned through clenched teeth.

Milana sobbed. “You promised no sex. You promised. You broke your word. I’m leaving. I’m fucking leaving, Cesare.”

I flipped the back of her dress up. “The hell you are. I’m not going to fuck you, Milana. I’m going to punish you. I’m going to whip this impertinent ass of yours so red you’ll think twice before flirting with another man.” I wrenched her panties down to her upper thighs. “You’re mine now. Do you understand me? Fucking mine.”

I raised my arm up high and brought my folded leather belt down across both her ass cheeks.

Milana’s back arched as she raised up on her forearms. She cried out from the impact.

I spanked her with the folded belt again. And again. Her ass cheeks glowed a bright cherry red as her sleek thighs trembled with each strike. She looked so fucking sexy bent over my desk with her panties between her legs and her black high heels still on. Her ass warmed from my belt. My cock throbbed painfully in my trousers.

It took all my restraint not to pull it out and sink deep into her tight heat. Fuck my promise. I had the money and power to force her to stay by my side, regardless. If I broke my word, she would have brought it on herself by flashing her tits at my cousin. She should have known better than to try to play such a foolish game with me.

She needed to understand this wasn’t a fucking game to me.

The stakes were too high.

I placed my hand on her lower back and held her down as I belted her ass several more times. “Say that you’re mine, Milana. Say it.”

“I’ll never be yours,” she choked out between sobs.

“Dammit, woman,” I raged.

I pushed my belt between her thighs and rubbed it along her pussy. When I pulled it free, the black leather glistened with her arousal. I stood behind her, rubbing my erect cock against her punished ass as I fisted her hair and pulled her head back. I held the belt before her face. “Try to deny that you want me. Try to deny that you want this. Go ahead, deny that you like being forced to bend to my will. That you secretly crave a man who is stronger and more stubborn than you are.”

“I’ll never be yours,” she repeated.

With a roar, I turned her around in my arms and curved both hands around her neck just under her jaw, pushing her head back. I trapped her body against the desk with my own as I leaned in, towering over her slight frame. “Stop it. Do you hear me? Stop saying that,” I ground out, my hold on my rage slipping.

Her perfect eyeliner was smeared from her tears, her cheeks flushed from crying. “I hate you, Cesare Cavalieri, and I’ll never be yours.”

My hands slid up to grasp her skull as my thumb swiped across her lips, smearing her crimson red lipstick across her cheek.

I couldn’t keep the tortured anguish from my voice.

My brow lowered as I gazed down at her defiant, tearstained face. “Why? For the love of God, just tell me, Milana, what did I do to earn such hatred from you? Tell me so I can fix it.”

“You can’t buy your way out of a betrayal. You know damn well what you fucking did, and I won’t live through that humiliation again, not for you or anyone, so you can just fuck off.”

I couldn’t take it one more moment.

Not her hatred.

Not her condemnation.

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