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“Don’t you talk sweet now. You wanna act up, play with my fucking head all over again? Nah. It ain’t happening.” His hands raced up my thighs and raised my skirt. Warm breath moved over the flesh of my ass as his hand ran across my skin. “I was out there for”—he looked at his watch—“five minutes, give or take. So you’ll take five hits with my belt.”
I scrunched my nose and made a move to stand up. “You aren’t being serious.”
“Be glad I’m not counting the whole time you were fucking with yourself. Bend over.”
How bad could it be? I’ve been spanked. Shit, sometimes I even like it.
I wrapped my hands around the arms of the chair and braced myself. He ran the leather between my legs, my wetness soaking the surface, which would give the belt a bigger bite.
“If you lift either of those hands off the arms of the chair, I’m starting over.”
I swallowed hard. I expected him to give me hard spanks, but not use the full strength of his arm as he drew the belt away and came down on my skin with a nauseating crack.
“One.”
The sound separated the air, and the sharp inhale caught in my throat as I instinctively reached back and tried to baby the skin he’d hit. Enzo grabbed my wrist and put it back on the arm of the chair. He hauled his arm back and cracked the leather on my ass again. I arched my back in pain.
“One.”
Fuck. I focused on keeping the muscles in my hands still, forcing them to stay wrapped around the wicker. He rubbed the belt between my legs again, coating it with my excitement once more before cracking my ass again.
“Two.”
I bit my lip, trying to keep from screaming out. I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction.
“I said I’d make you sore and sorry for playing with what’s mine.”
“I’m sorry,” I said in a breathy voice, fighting the pain that still crawled along my skin, even in the belt’s absence.
“You’re never sorry,” he said as he hauled his arm back and came down on me again. “Three.”
My fingers rose from the wicker, but I kept my palms planted as I reminded myself to stay in contact with the chair.Don’t reach back. Don’t move.
“I told you I’d never cheat on you,” he snarled as he came down on my ass again, harder this time, taking out his frustration on the sensitive skin. “Four. Everything I did was for you.” He whipped me one final time. The hardest of them all.
I yelled out. It was too much to take so stoically.
“Five.”
He threw his belt to the ground. Tears fell down my cheeks, and I wanted to wipe them away before he saw.
“Can I move my hands now?” I asked.
Enzo stepped in front of me and looked at my tear-stained cheeks. His hands reached out tenderly to wipe them away. He circled me again. “I don’t know. You’re dripping wet, even after all that.”
“Fu—” I started to curse at him. But I caught myself. He was in a mood I hadn’t seen before. At least, not directed at me. He had a sadistic side that came from a lifetime of pent-up anger. He was right, though. I thought I had been dripping blood down my thighs until I realized I hadn't been bleeding. I was so angry I was trembling, hating that I’d given him such power over me. But I was trembling from something more as well.
“I should fuck you and lean into those welts and bruises on your ass.” His hand ran along my aching skin. I flinched at his touch. “You’d let me, wouldn't you?” he asked as he let his hand dip down and run along my pussy. I twitched. I ached for pleasure after such pain. He dropped his lips to my welts, kissing them. “I won’t be doing that, though. What kind of lesson would I be teaching you if I did? That you can do what I fuckinghate, make a mockery of me in my own home, and still get to come?” Enzo circled me once more. “You’re to keep your hands on the arm of that chair until I say you can let go.”
“Why are you doing this to me?” I asked.
“Because when you refused to believe me, it hurt worse than any of this. I forgave you for infiltrating my family.” He leaned low, close to my ear. “Shit, I forgave you for all of it.” He swallowed hard. “I’m in a fucking nightmare, trying to somehow earn the trust of people whose loyalty I betrayed when I chose you over them. I’m choosing you yet again by even letting you be here. My life is going to be fucked if I let you stay here. And here I am...letting you stay here, allowing you to be in front of me again. I’m a goddamn fool.”
“Enzo—”
“Save it, Gia. Stay. But those hands better not leave that chair, or I’ll take up the bounty on your father my damn self.”
My mouth dropped open. How could he say such a fucking thing? I exhaled as he left me ass-up to the camera, hands stuck to the chair’s scratchy wicker. I was seeing the old Enzo, the one I grew up knowing the evils of, the person I forgot existed as he made love to me.
