Page 2 of His Sacrifice


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I was thirty years old. I shouldn’t have to babysit a fucking teenager. I scrunched her dress up, exposing her. “A thong, sister? I thought you were behaving yourself?”

“You’re a dirty old man.” She wasn’t wrong.

I had a dozen years on her, but right now it didn’t matter. Her round ass was right there and now I wanted to do more than just spank her. Her dress offered no protection from the hand print I’d left.

She tried to move away, but my hand came down on her other cheek.

“Fuck.”

“Language, Sera, you know better than that.” I tugged one side of her thong down her hip and she panicked.

“Don’t do this, please,” she whined, but I knew her better than that. Father had put me in charge, because she’d wrapped everyone around her little finger, and I was immune to her charm.

I tugged the other side of the thong down so her whole ass was bare to me, and brought my hand down again, leaving my hand on her warm skin.

“Enzo, please,” she sniffled. Her fake pleas did nothing. I watched her ass turn red under my hand. “Fuck you, bastard.”

Yep, that was the Sera I knew. She’d been a sweet girl, but when her father, Matteo Rosetta, was gunned down in front of her, it changed everything. Giovanni Casella stepped in and married her mother to protect them from the other families who hadn’t liked her dad’s power play and those who wanted to claw their way to the top. Her mother died when Sera was fourteen. Losing both parents changed her. She’d quickly learned to turn her emotions into weapons. It was something she was good at.

I didn’t count them, but I enjoyed the sting every time my hand hit her ass or the top of her thighs. In a matter of minutes, her skin was bright red, and I heard real sobs from her.

“I’m sorry, please,” she choked out. “I’ll stay by your side the rest of the night.”

I rubbed her ass, watching her body flinch when I squeezed the hot skin. “I should have done this earlier.”

She sunk into the couch, her shoulders heaving from her sobs.

“You’ll be good?”

She nodded, and I swatted her again.

She tried to jump, but I still had her pinned down. “Yes, sir.”

I pulled up her thong and released her, bringing her to my lap. Cupping her face, I turned her to me. My cock twitched under her ass when I saw the beautifully applied makeup streaking down her cheeks. God, her tears had me envisioning things I shouldn’t. She was my damn sister.

“You’re going to go to your room and freshen up. I want you in something more than a thong. Am I clear?”

She started to nod, but I flexed my hand, and she squeaked, “Yes, sir.”

“I’ll be up in five minutes to escort you back to the party.”

“Yes, sir.”

I released her and watched as she walked to the door, rubbing her ass. Damn it all to hell. The door clicked shut behind her as I stood and adjusted myself.

I needed to see about sending her away while we negotiated the new terms and territories of the city. The families were already trying to negotiate for her hand, and Father was hesitating. It would be easier if she weren’t here. It would also help me to not bend her over my knee again and claim her as my own. Talk about something that would start a war.

Two

SERAFINA

5 years later

Three taps on the door went ignored before I let myself in.

“Fuck it Sera,” my cousin growled as I kept my eyes on the side wall.

The shuffle of clothes and the sound of a zipper brought my attention to my cousin Mica’s desk.

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