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“You’ve got things backward,” I say, spinning her so she’s facing away from me. I unzip her dress. “Lay your outfit over the chair.”
She jerks forward, clutching the unzipped fabric. “I take back what I said,” she snaps, turning to face me. “You’re better off keeping this side of you hidden.”
“Too late,” I say, pushing aside the way her words hit me. I can certainly take it. “You’ve been reckless in the past and you’ve gotten away with it, but the stakes are higher now.”
“The stakes were always high! Lives were at stake. You think I don’t know that?”
“Leone tried to kill Frank and C to clear a path to you. You can underestimate him in your mind if you want to, but the rest of you is staying where I put you, which is well out of his reach.”
We were soft with Zoe at first, and it almost got her killed. Rachel’s not going to disobey me while there’s a threat to her right outside the gates.
“Sasha, I was engaged to him, and I cheated on him. Don’t you think he at least deserves for me to break things off with him in person?”
“No. He deserves nothing.”
She shakes her head. “He does care about me. I think you’re letting jealousy cloud your judgment.”
I pause, weighing her words. Am I jealous of Alberto Leone? No. I was when I thought he was going to marry her, but not now. I’ve had her and will have her in ways he never will. “Yeah, it’s all consuming. If only I could overcome it,” I say sarcastically. “Get your dress off, Raven, or I’ll help you with that.”
She narrows her eyes at me. The sparks of her anger and defiance tease my cock.
“I don’t agree to this right now.”
I cross the distance between us, pick her up and toss her on the bed. She tries to leap up, but I’m there before she gets achance. I pin her wrists down and cover part of her body with mine.
She struggles, but I hold her in place easily.
“How are you any different than them?” she demands.
“I’m different because I’ll hold on tighter than either of them ever did.” I move my hands to her dress and tear it.
She curses and slaps my arm. “I don’t have many clothes here!”
I jerk the clasp of her bra and it pops open, revealing her breasts. I reach underneath her ass, grab the lace, and pull her underwear down until it’s around her thighs.
She closes her eyes, bright spots of embarrassed color painting her cheeks. I sit up and pull her over my lap, her pretty heart-shaped ass beckoning my hand to teach her a lesson on what it means to belong to someone like me.
I bring my palm down several times quickly until her ass is hot and bright. She kicks her legs and digs her fingernails into my calf.
“Sasha, come on,” she begs breathlessly.
I stop the spanking and rest my hand on her flaming flesh. “You need to understand some things,” I say, squeezing her and then resuming the firm spanking.
Her skin is silky soft under my callused palm. She kicks her legs and squirms.
“Don’t! It hurts.” Her voice breaks, betraying her tears.
“Raise your ass.”
“Sasha!” she sputters indignantly.
“That’s not what you call me during this.” Her defiance whets my animal appetites. I slap the backs of her thighs, and she shrieks at the sting. I pinch each red cheek. “Raise your ass, little girl.”
She huffs out a breath, hesitantly pushing her ass into the air.
“Good.” I lay down slow, strong blows until she presses her naked body against my muscled thighs and whimpers.Good, I think again. Every time I break down her resistance, the connection between us gets stronger.
“I’m making you my prisoner again.”