His room is monochrome, just like the rest of the house. A white sheet covers the king-sized bed and a black sheer curtain drapes from the canopy overhead. Above the canopy bed, a chandelier casts a blood-red glow across the room.

There’s a lit lavender scented candle on the nightstand beside the bed and its fragrance fills the room.

Dominic rips off his shirt. I gasp at the firm muscles on his chest and shoulders. Then my eyes widen at the tattoos and scars that cover his skin.

I get to my knees and run my finger over the scars. I’m not certain but the ones on the right side of his chest are round, like bullet wounds and there’s three more of them.

There’s a longer scar across his stomach and abs, I assume it’s a stab wound. “How did you get these?”

He slides his fingers through myhair and grips tight enough to cause pain. “That is what it takes to be a made man.”

I lean in and kiss each of his scars and a deep groan rumbles in his chest. He wraps his fingers around my neck, hauls me back and with his free hand, he tears my night gown in half. A dangerously wicked grin appears when I sigh. “It was useless anyway.”

My nipples harden and goosebumps cover my skin as the air caresses my naked body.

His eyes are filled with desire as he skims my bare breast and brushes a delicate finger over my nipple.

My body jerks violently in response. My clitoris begins to ache and I feel a pool of wetness between my legs as desire settles in my core.

“Fuck, Elena,” he grunts, flicking one of my nipples with his finger. He doesn’t say anything more. Instead, he leans over and claims my nipple, twisting and teasing it with his tongue.

I moan, my eyes darting to his erection and my hands reaching for him, but freeze when pain ripples through me as he bites my nipple. It’s not just pain, it’s a perfect blend of pain and pleasure.

“Dominic.”

He removes his mouth from my nipple andhis hands cup my face. Then he squeezes lightly. “Touch me again and there’ll be a punishment.”

I bite my lips. I want to be punished by him. I’m becoming light-headed with the shallowness of my breaths in anticipation of the things he will do to my body tonight.

I reach out for his erection again. He stops my hand before it comes close. He smiles, releases me and stalks to the recliner across the room. He sits. “Crawl to me,” he orders.

Like a good girl, I climb down from the bed, lower myself to all fours and start to crawl.

“Good girl,” he rasps, patting my head as I reach him. He lifts me to his lap.

He opens the drawer beside the recliner and digs around for a moment. When he removes his hand, he is holding something metallic and shiny.

“Cuffs?”

He ignores my question, spins me around and down, so I’m lying across his lap. In a smooth move, he secures my hands behind my back. He licks my earlobe. His warm breath causes a spark of pleasure inside me. “That’s the price for disobeying me, princess.”

I groan when he his hand comes down on my butt and tears prickle my eyes from the sting.

“I own you, Elena.”Spank.“You’ll obey me.”Spank.“Do you understand?”

A nod should suffice, but I’m turned on even more by his actions. Rather than be the good girl and do what he wants, I shake my head instead.

Why am I turned on by a spanking? I’m crazy.

I close my eyes, expecting another slap. Instead, he parts my legs and his fingers glide down my back, moving down my ass and finding the heartbeat between my legs.

My head drops and I moan when he delicately circles my clit with his fingers.“Oh, fuck!”I gasp. Fire burns my cheeks because I know he is watching every reaction I have to his touch.

“You’re so fucking wet, Elena.” His voice is so deep and raspy as it slithers through me, adding to my desire. “Tell me, Elena. How long have you wanted this?”

I gasp. “I…” It’s hard to muster any words when I’m about to lose my mind.

He presses his finger even more firmly on my clit. “I’m not a very patient man, Elena. How long have you ached for my touch? How long have you gone to bed, wishing I could play with your pretty, pink pussy?”