I could not move my hands.
Gianni now had me bound, helpless, and at his mercy.
Panting, I looked up at him. “Gianni, please. . .”
The bed dipped under his weight as he loomed over me.
His voice grew low and dangerous. “You think you can just slap me in front of everyone and there won’t be consequences?”
“I’m sorry, Gianni, but this is crazy. Let me go.”
“After you’re disciplined.”
“I am not a child!”
“Correct.” His gaze slipped down my body. “You are not.”
“W-what the hell are you going to do? What kind of husband disciplines his wife?!”
“This moment isn’t about punishment, Princess. This is about control. You’re mine. And I need you to understand that.” With that, he leaned back, his eyes never leaving mine as he reached for the buttons on his shirt, slowly undoing them one by one.
What the hell? Is he getting naked?
Every click of a button being undone delivered a large serving of vulnerability my way.
“Gianni. . .”
His shirt parted, revealing all that tattooed chiseled muscle.
Unfortunately, not only did fear hit me, but desire too.
Once he took his shirt off, he slung it to the floor. And the whole time, he continued to watch me with that raging intensity.
I swallowed. “This is. . .unnecessary.”
His hands went to his pants, and he unbuttoned them.
Shit. What is he going to do?
Chapter twenty-three
Bad Princess
I tugged at the belt around my wrists.
The leather held firm.
Hot sex radiated from Gianni as he got off the bed and began yanking his pants down.
Oh my God.
I knew exactly what kind of punishment Gianni had in mind, and the thought sent my mind reeling.
He’d fucking shattered a woman’s pelvis during sex. I did not want him inside of me angry and seething.
Even more, this would be my first time.
“Gianni,” I pleaded, desperate words falling from my lips in a stumbling cadence. “Please.”
