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“Is this your room?”

“Yes.”

“Get inside,” I demand, releasing my hold on her.

Peeling herself off the wall, she enters the room with me following her. Veronica stands like a good girl and waits for my next instructions.

Sitting on her bed, the mattress unbearably hard, I gesture for her to come to me, and once she is standing in front of me, I pull down her sweats.

In one quick movement, she is bent over my knee with a gasp. My hand lightly rubs her bare ass; my heart rate is through the roof, thinking about being caught like this in her room with the door wide open.

Anyone could walk by and see us like this, but I’m so fucking furious with her. I need to get this out of my system.

“This is what happens when you disobey me,” I warn, bringing my hand down. The loud smack echoes throughout the room. “This punishment is minor compared to what I really want to do to you.”

The palm of my hand meets her skin again, in the exact spot as before, causing her to flinch. Dipping my hands between her thighs, my fingers slide into her folds with ease.

“Such a fucking whore.” I tsk, finding her clit. “Look how wet you are from a punishment.”

Taking my fingers away from her, earning a whine from her lips, I smack her ass again. She hisses at the pain, which only makes me grow hard.

“You’re one to talk, Leo. I can feel your dick pressing into my stomach. Does punishing me turn you on that much? Maybe I should disobey you more often.”

My palm meets her reddened skin again before I wrap her curls around my fist and yank her up. Her eyes face forward, and my lips coast along her temple. “You don’t want to know what I’ll do to you if you disobey me again.”

“That sounds more like a challenge than a threat.” Her voice is taunting. “With how you act sometimes makes me think you should be locked up here. With all your empty threats...”

I tug at her hair harder until she is forced away from my lap and loses her balance. I make sure she lands with her back on the bed. My hand meets her throat, shoving her roughly into her mattress while my fingers dig into her skin.

“Empty threats? You’re really testing my patience, Vee.”

“Maybe . . .” She tries to suck in a breath. “It’s because... I want... to see you break.”

Lowering myself down to her, the tip of my nose touches her. “The only person who is going to break is you because you won’t be able to handle the things I’m capable of doing to you.” She opens her mouth to speak, but I cut her off, pushing her head harder into the mattress. “Did you learn your lesson?”

She rolls her eyes as she thinks of a response. Finally, she settles on shaking her head no. This girl doesn’t know when to quit. Bringing a free hand down, I spread her legs and smack her pussy harshly.

Her jaw drops at the immediate pain mixed with pleasure. With my hand still on her throat, I lift my fingers to her jaw, moving her head to the side. My mouth hovers over her ear. For a moment, all I can hear is her trying to breathe.

“Let me ask you again.” I nip at her skin. “Did you learn your fucking lesson?”

“Yes, sir.”

“See.” I pull back from her face. “It wasn’t that hard.”

Veronica’s eyes stay on me as I remove myself from her. She props herself up on her bed, letting me have a full view of how wet she is. Every part of me is begging to get down on my knees and taste her. When my eyes lift back to hers, there is lust flooding her gaze, but I will not give in.

Not this time.

CHAPTER 32

Veronica

The white ceiling in my bedroom has a few cracks. There is a massive line above my bed, where I lay my head on the lumpy pillow. That’s where the tip of it starts.

I trail my eyes down the length of the crack to where it ends at the foot of my bed. Craning my neck, I spot the other, a smaller line in the ceiling by the window. That one begins in the wall's corner.

They aren’t major enough to be fixed. The slits themselves are tiny and could be unnoticeable to some, but I noticed them the first night I slept in this bed. I notice everything.