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Just like it had been the first night Mattia had spanked me that seemed a lifetime ago.

“Oh…” I whimpered, licking my dry lips as I remained unblinking. The pain was nearly blinding but I was trembling from a raging round of excitement. I pushed up from the table again, arching my back, a move he allowed. His breathing remained as ragged as mine, his chest rising and falling. I had a feeling he was struggling with the same feelings I was.

The kind of forbidden desire that wasn’t in our best interest. I couldn’t want him, no matter how devastatingly good looking he was or the fact he’d now saved my life twice in six years. I hated him for that as much as I loathed myself for enjoying the round of punishment.

That wasn’t normal on any level. Using an implement of any kind was something horrible people did for control. I would tear him apart for doing this.

Then why are you so wet?

Oh, God. I wasn’t entirely certain. Even my nipples were aching, which I hadn’t felt since… Since you had a fantasy about him weeks ago.

My God. I was pathetic.

I cinched my eyes shut again, fighting the tears with everything I had.

When he rolled his fingers down my spine, I dropped my head, gasping for air. I sensed the increase in electricity as he crowded my space, planting his hands on either side of me.

“Tell me, princess. Are you as aroused as you were before?”

My God. He had remembered. I’d hoped what we’d shared had meant so little to him that he’d forget all about the intimate moment. “What we shared that night meant nothing to me.”

“It didn’t? So you were just using me.” he asked in a husky whisper. The light touch of his fingers brushing back and forth across my skin was invigorating, so much so an involuntary moan escaped.

“You didn’t seem to mind.”

“As expected. You do remember. You’re very wet, so much so your sweet pussy is glistening.”

Every word out of his mouth sounded dirty, just like it all those years ago. “I hate you.” Oh, my God. Why did those words choose to come out of my mouth? I sounded like some jealous girl, or someone scorned by her boyfriend in high school. That was insane and not me in the least.

“Good. You should hate me. Yes, you’re very wet.” He dared roll a single finger all the way down my pussy, my muscles tightening at the thought of him plunging several inside.

“No. You spanked me. Now let me go.” I could tell he had no intentions of allowing me to budge, at least not yet. The connection we shared was surprisingly strong, but I refused to tell him that.

“Only when I say so.” There was something so dirty about the way he rolled the end of the belt from one side of my leg to the other, sliding the strap along the inside of my thigh. Then he brushed it across my aching pussy and I couldn’t bite back a moan fast enough. “And you do long to share another moment like the one at my club. I can tell. You’re tight just like I remember you being. Utterly perfect.”

I could barely breathe, my mind shoved into an intense fog. I couldn’t believe this was happening.

“No. I can’t be.”

“But you are. But I think I’ll take a few minutes to remind you. And my princess, this is only the beginning. Nothing has changed. Now that I have you, I’m never letting you go.”

CHAPTER 20

Sophia

They were words I’d waited to hear for so long, but now I cringed from hearing them. But even though I did, the tingling inside erupted like a wild sweep of lava. As Mattia’s heated breath tickled the back of my neck, I shuddered audibly. I’d been on so many dates, trying to rid myself of his presence, his influence, and his powerful hold over me. Nothing had worked.

No other man had touched me intimately, other than a stolen kiss here and there. To think I’d waited for this brutal man to claim me was ridiculous but accurate.

“Go away, Mattia. I will never want you again.”

“I beg to differ,” he mused as he crushed his full body weight against me. I was breathless, vivid flashes of light sparkling all around my field of vision. He eased his fingers down my arm to my side, taking his time to roll them ever so slowly over my hip then to my thigh. I couldn’t stop quivering and he sensed it, his breathing hitching.

Goosebumps formed where they shouldn’t, my mouth suddenly dry as a bone. I dragged my tongue across my parched lips, struggling to make sense of what was happening between us. It was as if the six years melted away, the frozen period of my life tossed out the window. I was here with the man I… adored. Safe or completely embroiled in danger, I didn’t care. This is what I’d longed for during the quiet, lonely nights.

This is what I’d been craving for far too long.

“I can’t wait to remind you of everything we shared, il mio fiore perfetto.” My perfect flower.

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