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“Why do you even care?” she snaps back, spinning to face me, backing me up to the door where there is nowhere to go but face her. “You didn’t want this job. You have Daddy’s money so you can be choosy. Others have to actually work for a living.” She steps closer to me and stabs my chest with her long finger. “I’m not in your way. I’m not competing for something you want. So, step aside so I can make my meeting in time.”
She’s close. Too close.
I take her by the shoulders and manhandle her back into the hotel room fully. She’s walking backward awkwardly, precariously balancing on her heels, but her eyes of fury never leave mine.
“You’re going to keep your ass right here until the Moroccan leaves The Rooftop, pissed that you stood him up.”
“Not going to happen,” she says as she shoves me hard and tries to get around me to head to the front door.
I pick her up by the waist and fling her onto the bed. “You’re staying.”
She bounces off the mattress back to standing with so much anger oozing out of her that I can practically feel the sparks of her rage against my flesh.
“Move.” Her words flow from her red lips like venom.
My patience is reaching max capacity. “You are going to sit here,” I push her back down on the mattress, “like a good girl and shut the fuck up.”
Silence.
A deadly beat in the room.
She takes a deep breath, runs her fingers through her hair and says, “Yes, Daddy. Whatever you say, Daddy. I’ll be a good girl…” Batting her eyelashes, she gives me a sickly smile.
I know Valentina well enough to know this is about as dangerous as can be. A calm Valentina is a kick to the nuts Valentina. I know better than to think she isn’t a ticking bomb waiting, planning—
With no warning, she shoots up from the bed and throws her body against me like a football tackle. Knocking me back, she spits out, “Motherfucker. You want a good girl? I’ll give you a good girl.” Her elbow jabs my gut, winding me for a moment.
Reaching out as I inhale deeply to regain my breath, I pick her up mid-run and throw her back on the mattress. But rather than giving her time to bolt back up, I sit down on the edge of the bed and pull her over my lap with her ass upturned and facing me…begging me…demanding for me to teach this girl a lesson.
“You are definitely not a good girl,” I growl as I pin her down and slap my hand against her ass hard. “But maybe someone needs to teach you how to be one.”
I lift up her black dress, which is already resting on her upper thigh anyway, exposing her thong underwear and her perfectly round ass. Ignoring the stream of profanities rapid firing from her mouth as she struggles to get off my lap, I bring my palm down to her bare ass again and again. I spank her with a force that turns her flesh pink within seconds. Valentina is wiggling, she’s kicking her legs, and she’s squealing death threats, but I don’t hesitate as I continue to spank over and over.
The sounds of slaps, the high-pitched cursing, and the ringing in my ears as my rage begins to subside is intoxicating. So much so that my dick hardens against her belly as she squirms against me.
“Let me up this second or I’ll kill you,” she demands, her words coming out ragged as she still struggles against me.
“You can try,” I counter as I pin her kicking feet with my leg and press down on her lower back as I continue the swats.
Every inch of her creamy white ass is now a shade of pink, my palm brightening the intensity every second. She bucks up and back down with a force that nearly hits my hard cock with her hip bones—no doubt her intention.
“Missed,” I say with a smirk as I spank her even harder for her failed attempt.
“This turns you on, you sick fuck?”
“Actually, yes.”
Without thinking. Without planning. And without asking, I lift Valentina off my lap and toss her onto her back on the mattress. Her dilated pupils look up at me, her lips parted, dark hair splayed around her head, and her breathing heavy. I’ve never seen a more beautiful woman in my life.
“I’m going to kill you,” she says in an eerily calm voice.
“Then since I’m a dead man walking, I get my last meal. And I’m fucking ravenous.”
I mount her like a dog in heat and bring my lips to hers. The kiss isn’t soft. It’s definitely not one of seduction. It’s a kiss of hunger, a kiss of passion, and a kiss of pure domination.
