Total pages in book: 123
Estimated words: 118245 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 591(@200wpm)___ 473(@250wpm)___ 394(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 118245 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 591(@200wpm)___ 473(@250wpm)___ 394(@300wpm)
She was just being stubborn. There was no way she hadn’t noticed telling me that her safety and well-being were not my concern was like waving a red flag in front of a bull.
I couldn’t help it.
I was a Cavalieri man.
It was bred into our DNA to be attracted to damsels in distress who needed our help and protection. Hell, I was surprised our family shield wasn’t a dragon instead of two horses with the Latin motto Interfector Draconum, Slayer of Dragons.
With my gaze trained on her, I rose off the bed and reached for my belt. “We seem to be at cross-purposes. Care to guess which one of us is going to win?”
Her gaze trained on the thick strip of leather I was slowly wrapping around my fist. “This is insane. My sister never wanted to marry you. Whatever plan you and my father and Dante concocted for her is clearly over. There is no point in threatening to keep me here.”
My head tilted to the side. “First of all, it’s not a threat. Second, where else would my wife be, but at my side?”
Her cute lips dropped open. “You’re serious about that?”
I raised one eyebrow. “If you got the impression I was joking, then I need to work on my persuasion skills.”
She shifted backward, dangling her feet off the edge of the mattress. “I won’t marry you. I can’t marry you. My father and sister would—”
“Enough,” I ground out. My arm snapped out to grasp the forearm holding her dress in place.
Her knees slid along the silky bedcovers as I yanked her toward me until she collided with my chest. My torso twisted so I could swing her around and over my lap while I sat on the bed.
I restrained her with my right hand holding the back of her neck, leaving a faint dark smudge on her skin. Then I flipped up the torn shreds of her dress to expose her naked ass. “If you are going to insist on acting like a petulant child, then I will treat you like one.”
Her head twisted to stare at my raised arm with my belt firmly grasped in my hand. “Matteo Cavalieri, don’t you dare spank me with that belt!”
“If you didn’t want a spanking, then you should have been a good girl and done as you were told.”
“You can’t force me to marry you with a spanking!”
I winked. “Watch me. And it won’t just be a spanking.”
My arm came down with swift determination. The leather end of my belt slapped across her cheeks with a satisfying smack.
Ella’s back arched as she let out a howl of indignation.
The belt smacked across her ass a second and third time, raising a pretty pink blush.
She swept her arm back and tried to cover her ass with her hand. “Stop! It hurts.”
My fingers wrapped around her wrist and anchored her arm at her lower back. “Stubborn little girls get sore bottoms.”
Her flesh jiggled with the next strike as she kicked her feet. The ridiculously high heels of the boots struck the bed’s footboard, making a matching thwack sound in rhythm with the belt.
If the only way to move her past her guilt and sense of family loyalty was to punish her ass, then so be it. For good measure, I slapped the leather tongue of the belt across the tops of her thighs and just under the curve of her ass several times.
Only when her skin was a warm, bright red and hot to the touch did I set the belt aside. She was so small and delicate, I needed to be careful not to raise welts on her sensitive skin.
With the palm of my left hand, I rubbed slow, sweeping circles over her punishment-warmed skin and loosened my grip on her neck.
She whimpered and squirmed on my lap. The movement only making my already aching cock harder. “Shhh, little one. Your punishment is over.”
Ella knuckled her tear-filled eyes as she sniffed. “I hate you.”
God, she was adorable. “No, you don’t. And I’ll prove it. Raise this pretty ass of yours up.”
“No,” she grumbled.
“Did you want me to get my belt again?”
“Fine,” she huffed as she shifted her knees closer to my left thigh, raising her hips.
“Good girl.”
I continued to caress her ass in soothing circles as my left hand moved closer and closer to the juncture of her thighs. “Spread open your knees, baby.”
“What are you—”
“Do as you’re told.”
Her knees spread open slightly.
I slipped my hand between her legs. Her pussy was wet and ready for me.
She whimpered again. “Don’t say anything, please.”
Another time I would enjoy the embarrassed blush on her cheeks as I regaled her with all sorts of filthy, dirty talk about her sweet, wet cunt. But for now, I remained silent.
I slipped my two middle fingers along the seam of her lips, teasing her clit.