Chapter 46

Chapter 46

LEO’S POV

Before Vicky could process my words or fire off another snarky comment, I gripped her waist with both hands, lifting her off her feet.

She let out a sharp gasp, her hands flailing against my shoulders as I spun her around and drove her face-down across the broad, sturdy arm of the sofa behind her.

“Whoa, hold on! Leo, don’t you dare!” she screamed as she realized the position she was in. She tried to arch her back, her legs kicking out in those six-inch heels, but I brought my forearm down across the small of her back, pinning her lower body flat against the leather.

“Let me up, you psycho! I swear to God, if you do this right now, I’m gonna wreck this whole office!”

“You’re not doing anything but listening to me,” I commanded, my voice cold and utterly dominating.

I raised my palm and brought it down hard across her backside.

SPANK!

The sharp sound echoed through the office. Vicky let out a choked gasp, her fingers digging deep into the leather cushions beneath her.

“That is for opening your mouth when I told you to sit down,” I muttered, my voice dangerously calm as I raised my hand again.

SPANK!

“Ow! Dammit, Leo!” she shrieked, twisting her head around to glare at me, her face flushed red with pure defiance and…

Is that lust?

A devilish smirk tugged at the corner of my lips.

Ohhh… Ice tongue, I know you’ve been dying for this moment.

She squirmed frantically in my grip, but I didn’t give her the slightest chance.

“That hurt! You think you can just beat an account layout out of me? The contract is already processed! The job is mine!”

“I don’t care about the contract, and I don’t care about the job. I care about you,” I replied smoothly, bringing my hand down a third time, harder this time, making sure the sting burned deep into her skin.

SPANK!

“Ah! Hell!” she hissed, her body tensing beneath my forearm.

“You will respect my authority in public, Vicky,” I growled, leaning down until my breath brushed against her burning ear.

“If Enzo Moretti wants to use our freight lines, he will follow our standard protocols.”

I reached down and gave her cheek a firm squeeze. She let out a soft whimper.

My smirk widened.

That’s more like it, Ice Tongue.

I let my hand drift to her other cheek and gave it a light slap.

“While you are on site with them, you will look out for any suspicious activity. Do you understand me? Alaric suspects they are tryin’ to smuggle illicit components through our ports. You are going to find the loophole in his plan, or I will pull you off the account myself.”

Despite the burning sting, her sharp mouth didn’t stop.

“Oh, so now you want me to do the work?” she panted, her fingers clutching the sofa as she tried to shift her hips away from my hand.

“You punishin’ me because I took the deal, but you still want me to find the illegal smuggling route? You’re a real piece of work, Verilli! A hypocritical, possessive old man!”

SPANK!

“Name-calling will only make this longer, princess,” I warned, my palm striking her repeatedly in a steady rhythm that had her trembling.

SPANK! SPANK!

Vicky let out a frustrated cry, her head dropping against the cushion as the intensity of the discipline began to break through her stubbornness.

The dominance of my grip, combined with the weight of my body over hers, created a tension in the room that rapidly shifted from anger to desire.

“Are you listening to me, Vicky?” I demanded, my hand hovering over her, ready to strike again.

“The Moretti Autos account is a trap. If they smuggle contraband under your signature, the federal regulators will shut down our ports. I am not trying to control you; I am trying to keep you out of trouble.”

She swallowed hard, her breathing ragged and shallow. Her defiance was still there, burning bright in her eyes, but the truth of my warning and the discipline of my hand were finally sinking in.

“I… I hear you,” she muttered, her bold voice cracking slightly as she tried to compose herself.

“I’ll look at the shipping manifests. I’ll check the weight distributions for the autumn line. If there’s somethin’ extra in those crates, I’ll find it. Just… stop hittin’ me, Leo. For real.”

I let my hand rest flat against her lower back, the heat radiating through her clothes warming my palm. I leaned down farther, my chest pressing against her back.

“You are mine, Vicky,” I whispered, my voice rough and obsessive as I tightened my grip on her waist, pulling her body flush against mine.

“In the boardroom, in the office, at home, and behind closed doors. If you ever challenge me like that in front of another man again, a spanking will be the least of your worries. Do you understand me?”

She let out a soft, shuddering breath, her fingers relaxing slightly against the sofa.

“Yeah,” she whispered back, her sharp mouth finally quiet, though a tiny, wicked smirk crept into her voice.

“I get it, old man. But then you’ll have to finish what you’ve started, or else I’m gonna go get Moretti to finish it on your behalf.”

My eyes snapped wide at her words. I didn't know how, but she was already arched up for me again, her body curving like a bow, offering herself.

My hands had somehow pulled down her trousers to her knees, revealing her black lace underwear to my hungry glare. The delicate fabric clung to the swell of her hips, barely containing the heat I could already feel radiating from her.

My body reacted before I could stop it, every muscle tightening as heat surged through me. My heart pounded so hard I could feel it in my throat, in my temples, and in the thick pulse of blood rushing straight to my cock.

Desire and possession crashed together inside my chest, testing every ounce of self-control I had left.

She sure knew how to get to me. She sure had me wrapped around her little finger.

And I wasn't complaining.

"What are you doin'?" she shrieked, but I caught the way her breath hitched on the last word.

She wasn't afraid… she was excited.

A wicked chuckle rumbled through my chest.

I let my index finger trail along the edge of her lace underwear, tracing the delicate fabric slowly. I felt her body tense and the sharp intake of her breath as I hooked my finger under the elastic…..

….Then I slid it down.

My finger glided through her already soaked folds, and I felt how wet she was… absolutely drenched, her arousal coating my skin like honey.

"What the heck are you doin', Leo!" she gasped, her hips twitching involuntarily, pushing against my hand even as she tried to pull away.

I grinned, the discovery sending a jolt of raw hunger straight through me.

"Giving you the punishment you so richly deserve," I murmured, my rough voice vibrating against her ear.

"You've been a very bad girl, and bad girls need to be taught a lesson."