"What if I don't?"
The same sexy smile was followed by the monster easing to his feet and producing a key. Very slowly he unlocked the chain, rubbing my ankle for a few seconds. When he locked eyes with mine, I could see straight through to his cold black soul. He was far more dangerous than Vincenzo could ever be. "I don't think you want to try and find out."
Every instinct about self-protection kicked in. I lunged at him, clawing his face and managing to throw several punches into his kidney. He was hard bodied, unreactive except to grab my wrists, looming over me. He was a solid six inches taller than me, every muscle well-toned. I'd been wrong about him being a pretty boy.
He was a soldier for some sordid organization, sexy as hell but the kind of man not to be fucked with.
Issuing a solid growl, he threw me down on the bed, the entire weight of his body shoved against mine. With ease he grabbed both wrists into one hand, yanking my arms over my head.
There was no fighting against his strength, no way of escaping. I was absolutely his prisoner.
"That wasn't very nice, Francesca, and you're going to pay for that with a severe round of discipline. I'll give you a taste of what you can expect."
He shifted, rolling me over with a hard thump and jerking on my shorts.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" I wiggled, trying desperately to get out of his hold.
"Giving you exactly what you deserve, princess. One. Hard. Spanking."
"Are you out of your mind? I've never been disciplined in my life. How fucking dare you think you are allowed to do anything of the sort." I shuddered at the thought, my breath so short I was suffocating. I was someone important. I was privileged. I was special. I was...
In the hands of a monster.
I'd never realized until now that growing up as a mafia princess had afforded me the luxury of being immune to the crass actions of someone like this man. Even though I'd rejected certain aspects of my heritage after coming to America, this was entirely unacceptable.
Shame rolled through me as he growled, his hot breath skipping across me. I'd never been so embarrassed in my life, rage and a moment of pity rolled into my system, making me want to fight my abductor with everything I had.
But he was too strong, far too dominating.
I could feel the cool air slicing across my naked bottom. I moaned, undulating as he yanked the material down to my knees. The hard crack of his hand across my ass cheeks was more startling than anything. "Stop! Don't you dare."
"I will do whatever I want to you when you need it." He smacked both ass cheeks, moving from one to the other.
"Damn you! Fuck you!" The sound of his cupped hand hitting my naked skin echoed in my ears. The initial shock wore off as pain crept in, sweeping through my skin directly into every muscle. He was a man on a mission, spanking me harder and faster, his rhythm perfect.
The pain moved into anguish and I kicked out, almost managing to get out of his hold. "I hate you!"
"Hate me all you want but you are going to follow my rules." Huffing, he moved to a sitting position, dragging me across his lap.
I was mortified, viciously angry at him, and plotting every method of killing him slowly. He wasn't going to get away with this.
He began the spanking again in earnest, his huge hand covering every inch of my buttocks.
For some crazy reason, I began to count even as I continued to struggle.
One.
Two.
Three.
Four.
I found myself lulled to the droning noise as he peppered my bottom with hard, even strokes. Heat shifted up from my thighs and to my horror, also between my legs. With every wiggle of my hips, I moved back and forth across his lap, across his throbbing and very thick cock. The friction was delicious.
My God. I was wet and hot, my pussy muscles quivering. Aching. Shame tore through me, forcing me to struggle harder.
He swung his leg over mine, holding me in place. When I threw my arm back, he captured that as well, pinning my wrist with ease.
"You have no respect. None," he hissed, mumbling under his breath.
"For you? Not a chance." Every part of me was aroused, my taut nipples poking against my shirt. I tried to think of all the reasons I was going to kill him with my bare hands, but my body refused to listen, betraying me over and over again. I even gathered a whiff of my pussy juice. I imagined with horror that in my ridiculous and inappropriate excitement that my wetness would cover his obviously expensive jeans, leaving a permanent stain.
Oh, God. I was a horrible person. Sick. Terrible.
Ashamed.
Another two hard cracks and I gasped for air, wincing from the increasing pain. "Stop!" There was no way he was going to get to me. Fuck him. Fuck this place.
"Now, I suggest you rethink your vicious and nasty attitude prior to any further discussions. I will not tolerate insolence in any manner. And remember. I am in charge. Now. And. Forever. I'll finish your punishment session later." He tossed me back onto the covers, his eyes traveling to my pussy. I could swear he licked his lips.
I scuttled to jerk the shorts over my hips, the heat of embarrassment riding my neck and cheeks.
Forever. The word seared into my mind.
As he eased off the bed, he adjusted his shirt, snarling under his breath. "There is a bathroom to your left and I've provided your first piece of clothing. Everything else will need to be earned. When you are ready, you are to come downstairs where we will have a nice dinner."
If only I had a knife in my hands.