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His grip tightens. “Don’t ever use that word again.”
“Why? Will you punish me?”
He shakes his head. “No. I’ll do the opposite.”
Why do I feel deflated that he won’t punish me? Maybe I’m taking this BDSM a little too seriously, because I’m starting to need… no…cravehis very touch.
“I’m sorry, Enzo,” I say sincerely. “I didn’t mean to lie. I just thought he’d go away, and nobody would have to get hurt.”
He leans closer to my face. “That isn’t for you to decide, not where safety is concerned, Valentina. If we’re going to try and make this work, then you have to understand that you are mine now, and I am yours. That means, there are no secrets between us.”
“Does that mean I get to know all the secret boys club information?” I quirk a brow.
“Don’t be cute.”
“Punish me,” I whisper. “Please, E… I want it.”
“Valentina, don’t think that I don’t know what you’re doing.”
“So what, we’re adults? I wanted you to come home and find me like this, sprawled on the bed, begging for you to touch me.”
He swallows hard. “Not when I’m mad at you.”
“Be mad at me later, let’s fuck.”
He presses his forehead against mine. “You are a very dirty little girl, Valentina. Sex doesn’t fix what you did. In fact, I should turn and walk right out of here now to teach you a lesson.”
“But you won’t,” I whisper. “Please know that I did this to protect you, not because I wanted to lie. I would never lie to you on purpose, E…”
His eyes soften. “You say that, then you will go and do it again.”
“No lies,” I say, crossing my heart. “I won’t, I promise.”
“You’re still not getting sex.” His thumb swipes across my lips as it pushes into my mouth, and I suck. I look up at him, watching his eyes burn for me.
I have never been the type to use sex as a weapon; it would never even enter my head, but with Enzo, I truly want to be with him. Not for my own selfish need, or even to please him, but because we both need it.
“Okay,” I whisper.
He leans down and plants a soft kiss on my lips. His hand snakes down to my tied robe and pulls it open. Letting it fall to the ground, his hand keeps traveling up to cup one breast.
The other hand, he moves between my legs. He feels how wet I am, and I groan.
“Did you play with yourself today, while I was gone?”
I shake my head.
“Did you think about it?”
I nod my head.
“So, you’re wet because of me?”
I nod again.
“Answer me!”
“Yes, E. I’m wet because of you, and I’m even wetter because you’re mad at me.”
