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My mouth dropped open as I stared at him. “I don’t know how to shoot a gun.”
“Point it at them. They won’t know that.”
I wished he was joking, but I didn’t think he was.
I couldn’t help but watch as he jogged up the steps and across the porch. It was really unfair that I was totally turned on by his whole controlling, protective act.
When he opened the door, I tensed. What if there was someone in the cabin?
I never miss. His words echoed in my head, but that had just been arrogance, right? He wasn’t invincible. One bullet in the right place and he’d be gone, all because he taken a job to protect me. And here I was acting like I didn’t even care. He was right. I was a brat, and I needed a spanking.
No. That would only make things worse.
The more I felt his hands on me, the more I was going to want him. I already wanted him way too much. Fuck, I already liked him way too much. I didn’t want to, but I did. He was an asshole, he was prickly, it was too hard to get him to really talk, but… there was something about him that drew me in. Something more than his looks and his dominance.
That was the last thing I needed. He’d made it clear he was unavailable, and I knew damn well he had some scary secrets. He was trouble, but maybe I wasn’t such a good judge. Alan had seemed perfect at first, and look what happened with him.
You knew all along something wasn’t right with Alan, though. You just wanted it to be right because he charmed you.
Giorgio was nothing like Alan. Alan had had an agenda from the start. He wanted me to be a pretty accessory. Giorgio hadn’t expected me to change anything about myself. He just wanted to keep me safe.
I could hear my pulse in my ears. My heart beat so fast I thought I might pass out. Finally, Giorgio stepped back onto the porch and motioned for me to come in.
My legs felt shaky as I walked to the house. I was thankful I managed to get up the steps without falling. Giorgio gestured for me to step inside ahead of him, then he closed and locked the door behind us.
I shivered when I turned and saw him watching me intently. He’d said we’d talk more in the car, but we hadn’t. Was he getting ready to yell at me, to tell me he was done being my bodyguard, or was he…
“Say no if you don’t want this.” Anger burned in his eyes, but there was heat there too.
I thought I knew what he meant, but I had to ask. “Want what?”
“Discipline.”
“I… um… I’m not…”
He took a few steps toward me. I tried to stand my ground, but I ended up stumbling backwards.
“Decide now. Once I start, I’m not going to stop.”
“I thought… um… you said it was a one-time thing.”
“I meant it to be, but you’re trying my patience. With you, I have no self-control. You are the most infuriating man I’ve ever been with.”
“Are you sure? I know I can be a bit much, but I—”
Giorgio wrapped his hands around my neck and used his thumbs to force my chin up until our gazes met. “I’m very fucking sure.”
My mouth was dry. I swallowed, trying to moisten it so I could speak. Giorgio wasn’t squeezing my throat tight, but I still felt like I couldn’t breathe.
Did I want this? I’d told him before that I’d let him do anything to me. Could I admit I wanted to surrender to him, that I wanted to know what it would feel like to have him spank me, discipline me, bring me under his control?
“You need this, don’t you, princess?”
He was right. He was so damn right. “Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, I want this. I… I’m yours.”
He smiled. “I’m starting to believe you really fucking are.”
I wanted to ask what he meant by that, but he pressed his hand against my cock, and I forgot how to speak.
“Jesus, you’re so hard. You’re such a slut for me, aren’t you?”
“I… yeah.” I might be offended if another man had said that to me, but I wanted to be Giorgio’s slut. I wanted him to know I was completely his, and I wanted everything he would do to me.
I didn’t want to have to answer any more questions. I just wanted to feel his hands, his mouth, his cock. I wanted him to tell me what to do so I could obey. “Is… is that what you want? Do you want me to be your slut?”
“Fuck yes, and I don’t ever want you to hide from me.”
I knew he meant more than me walking away without telling him where I was going. He meant something much deeper, much scarier.
