Page 60 of Savage Vows

“Stand up,” I instruct, my tone low and commanding.

For a fraction of a second, she hesitates—my rebellious little fiancée—before sliding off the stool. The motion brings her directly into my space, exactly as I planned. “What happened today?”

She blinks. “What do you mean? I went to my studio.”

“Did you?” I move toward her, and she retreats, toward the wall. “Anything else?”

“No.” Her answer is hardly more than a whisper.

I crowd her space again, and she’s forced to take a step back, then another, until her spine meets the wall. “There’s nothing at all you want to tell me?” I place my hands on either side of her head, and I lean in. “A confession, perhaps?”

She shakes her head. “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” she insists, her voice shaky.Untruthful?

The sweet scent of her—jasmine and vanilla—floods my senses. “Have you been a good girl today? You didn’t touch yourself?”

Her eyes widen, and her lush lips part as if to answer, but no words emerge. A slight tremor runs through her, and her pulse flutters at the base of her throat.

I tilt my head as I lean toward her a little more. “I know how you respond to my spankings, and it’s time to be honest with me, my little rebel.” As I was leaving, I’d warned her not to give herself an orgasm.

Her cheeks flush pink, and she momentarily drops her gaze.

I say her name as I move one of my hands to her belly, then intentionally slide lower.

Barely an inch separates us, and she parts her legs in silent invitation.

Heat radiates between us, and I have a surge of the same magnetic pull that’s had me aching for her all day.

“I …” Bravely she meets my gaze.

“Answer me, Alessia,” I warn. “How many climaxes did you give yourself? One?” I ask softly, stroking my fingers at the apex of her thighs. “Two?” I brush my lips across hers. “Or was it more…?”

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Matteo

“I… Matteo…”

“Is that your admission of guilt, little rebel?” I ask, my tone low, as if I’m interrogating her. “This morning, I warned you that your orgasms belong to me.” And I mean it. But the fact she’d been as aroused by my spanking as I had pleases me. I want her as obsessed with me as I am with her.

Besides, her disobedience gives me the opportunity I yearn for to punish her again. I have to get this need for her out of my system.

“What do you have to say for yourself?”

Like the unapologetic rebel she is, Alessia tips back her chin. Her gaze is defiant, and so are her words. “You don’t get to make that decision for me.”

“No?” Despite my mother’s earlier caution that women don’t like to be told what to do, when it comes to sex and my future bride, I can and I will have rules.

Instead of answering, she swallows.

Another good thing. She won’t lie to me.

“It’s your fault,” she insists instead.

“My fault?” I echo, now moving a finger into her slit. Thank God for tight leggings that accentuate her feminine features. “How is it my fault, Alessia?”

She takes a shaky breath. “You…you spanked me.”

“I did. Because you deserved it.”