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“You liked that, hmm?” His voice is so low I barely hear it, like a whisper from a ghost. I hear footsteps and turn my head as much as I can to see him pull something else out of the dresser.
He catches me looking and shakes his head. I fix my eyes straight ahead again, a slight thrill shooting through me at the idea of doing somethingbad. I feel him behind me again and then the cool, flat touch of something on my thigh.
I look down and see him drag a black, leather paddle up my leg. My heart thuds in anticipation. Tantalizingly slow, he brings to my hip and then caresses the round of my ass.
“I have one question before we begin—”
“What’s my safe word?” I guess.
“No.” His voice is shockingly cold, detached and starkly different to the tone he’s used all night and dread sinks into me. “What the fuck are you and those French bitches planning?”
1.Pull That Trigger—Tommee Profitt, Fleurie |
Chapter 3
All is Fair
Effie
“DoyoureallythinkI don’t keep track of every single person who moves within a mile radius of us? Let alone right across the street? Come on, Ef, I know you’re smarter than that.”1His voice is like ice dripping down my spine and moments from the night trickle through my mind.
The fact that he was dining at an Italian restaurant known to be a favorite of our family.
He was parked discreetly out back and there were no guards when we arrived at the apartment.
The texts from an unknown number, conveniently placed me at a table alone next to him.
Please be atIl Giardinoin 30. Your father wants an update.
I don’t think Bruno has ever said please in his life. And he always refers to my father ashe. We all know whichhehe is talking about.
“The texts. That was you?”How could I be so fucking easy?
“Now, you’re catching on,” he mocks, and I yank on the ropes, trying to twist around, they remain taut, and steam rises in my chest.
Anger boils in me.Played. I’ve been fucking played.
“You said it yourself, Finn, I am a goddamn Mafia princess. If my father finds out you have broken the peace and have me fucking chained up, he will rain hell down on you.” I seethe over my shoulder, irritated I can’t look at him face to face.
“What peace,princess?”He tilts my chin further back with the tip of the paddle. “Any false pretense of peace was broken the moment you broughtLes Arnaqueusesinto my fucking territory.”
He drops the paddle and tugs my head back by my hair. My eyes sting from the pressure on my scalp. “Now tell me, what are you planning?” he demands, and my body jolts as he brings the paddle down hard on my ass.
“Nothing,”I growl back, grinding my teeth together anticipating another stinging blow.
When it indeed comes, I huff out through my nose but keep my lips pressed tight together. I’m far too used to taking punishment without giving bastards the pleasure of my screams.
Finn grunts dissatisfied at my silence and spanks me again harder, the burn making me madder…andwetter. And I think I hate him the most for that.
Another spank resounds in the room, and I squeeze my eyes shut, focusing on the rage turning red behind my eyelids. I feel his breath against my neck, and then he drawls roughly, “If you won’t tell me what you’re planning, then at least be a good girl andcount.”
Another blow and I squeeze my thighs together, the impact making my clit throb. He bends down again, and I feel his tongue lick my beading sweat in a path up the back of my neck and says into my ear, “Four.”
“No.” I bite out.
Smack.
“Five.” I recognize a devilish glee in his voice now, and I realize that the soft, vulnerable Finn from earlier was never real. He isn’t soft or kind or sweet.
