“Yeah, I fucking enjoyed myself. Tasting your sweet cunt, feeling you grinding against my face while you came on my tongue. Fuck, that was one of the best moments of my life, Princess. I have zero shame about blowing my load in my boxers with your taste in my mouth. But judging by that bratty attitude, maybe it’s you who needs a little humility?”
She scoffs and looks away, and that won’t fucking do.
“I’m sorry for pushing you away when you were too young for me to claim,” I say, my voice low, deliberate. “I was a coward. But I swear to you, I will spend the rest of my life making it up to you.”
“This is never happening again,” she hisses.
“Sure,” I say with a smirk that hides the raw desperation burning through me. “Keep lying to yourself.”
I slide off the bed and step away to get her a glass of water when she twists the claw she buried in my chest, stopping in my tracks.
“Don’t go getting all full of yourself. You happened to be here, but I could just as easily have gotten someone else to make me come. Pretty sure Simon would be willing.”
The snarl that rips from my throat shakes the walls. My wolf howls, loud and visceral. It’s enough for Sofia’s eyes to snap back to me.
She’s lying. There’s no way her wolf would let her near anyone else. And no one has ever made her come the way I did. I’m sure of it, and so is she.
But it seems like she may need a reminder.
“You didn’t want a safe word?” I growl. “Fine. Now your safe word is ‘mercy’ and nothing except you begging for mercy will stop this.”
I grab her ankle and pull her to the edge of the bed before dropping myself into a seated position. She shrieks as I drag her over my lap; her ass up, her arms wrenched behind her back in one hand to give me maximum control.
“What the hell are you doing?” she yells, squirming her hips
“I’m going to punish you for being a bad girl, telling lies. Gonna spank your sexy ass raw until you admit what’s really going on in that smartass head of yours.”
The first crack of my hand against her ass echoes through the room. Then another. Then another. I alternate cheeks, building in intensity. Her skin warms beneath my palm, pinking beautifully.
“Luca, let me go, right fucking now!” she yells, bucking against me.
“No.”
I bring my hand down harder, faster, my cock straining painfully against her soft belly as her cries turn ragged. I’m half-feral, but this isn’t about discipline. This is about breaking through her walls, tearing down the fortress she hides behind.
Giving her the release she needs to be honest with herself.
“Use your safe word, Princess. Saymercyand it stops.”
“I don’t need a fucking safe word,” she spits as she bucks and wiggles her hips, trying to break free of my hold. Still fighting me when one word is all it would take. “Just stop!”
“You don’t want me to stop. Now open your legs… wider.” She complies without fighting me. She knows she needs this. Needs me. Her pussy is a beautiful, wet, puffy mess. It needs my cock like Sofia needs me.
“You want to come again?”
“Yes,” she groans, drawing out the s sound into a hiss as I continue slapping her red ass.
“Well, too bad. Brats don’t get to come. Do they?”
Sofia chokes out a sob, and her head hangs forward. Her hair is a frizzy mess covering her face after spending the past couple of hours rolling around my bed.
“Luca, please!”
Nearly there, she’s nearly ready to let go fully.
“Who do you belong to?” I ask her. I continue to spank her because she doesn’t answer, still holding back on me. I slap her pussy harder than earlier. This isn’t about pleasure. She yelps and screams my name.
“I asked you who you belonged to?”
