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Hell, yes, I was. Grinning, I unfastened my belt, watching as she licked her lips in continued appreciation. Her admiring expression from before had been a delicious treat, but the way she was looking at me now was a mixture of love and hate. Or perhaps hate, need, and spitefulness. I sensed she was trying to figure out what to do to get me back for spanking her.
I kicked off my shoes, unfastening my trousers as the same time. While her gaze became more heated, her chest rising and falling with anticipation, I noticed she darted her eyes across the room. She waited until the most inopportune time for me, when I literally had my pants down before jumping off the bed, racing toward the door.
Her squeal of shock made me grin all over again, but the force I used in wrapping my hand around her wrist, tugging her backward, pitched us both to the floor. Now I was finished with being a patient man, my needs far too intense.
I rolled her over onto her back, thrusting my hand under her chin, issuing a tsking sound. “Such a bad girl.” I struggled until I was able to kick off my pants, lifting a single eyebrow as I peered down at her.
“Yes, I am.” She writhed underneath me, gasping for air, her small fists trying to make an indentation against my chest.
“Hmmm… I’ll keep that in mind when I use my belt the next time.”
“You wouldn’t dare.”
“Baby girl, you obviously don’t know me that well. I can and I will. Because that’s the kind of man I am.” I reared back, dragging her with me, pulling us both from the floor.
“Now what?” She clawed my chest, her eyes full of fire.
“First, you’re going to receive several strikes of my belt for your insolence and disobedience.”
“And then?”
“Then, little dove, I’m going to fuck you long and hard.”
“I’ll scream,” she said playfully.
“Good. Because I’d feel slighted if you didn’t scream out my name.”
CHAPTER 8
Christiana
The moment was sheer madness.
I’d come to realize that when I was in the middle of playing hide and seek. The man had a weapon and was obviously dangerous. He was a stranger and could easily keep me here for as long as he wanted, discarding my lifeless body at a moment’s notice.
No, he wasn’t going to do that. My instinct had never failed me. The single reason I was suddenly frozen was that I had no idea how he’d react when he realized I was a virgin. Or perhaps I was terrified I wouldn’t be good enough.
How ridiculous of me.
Or was it?
Francesco wasted no time, tossing me into the center of the bed once again, raking his long fingers through his tousled hair. Then he grabbed his trousers from the floor, jerking off the belt, the expression he wore raw and carnal. I glanced at his actions, shocked all over again that I was tingling with excitement. When the belt was free, he wound the buckled end around his hand, taking his sweet time doing so.
That allowed me to truly bask in his incredible beauty, every muscle chiseled to the kind of perfection only seen in high-priced movies and glossy magazines. He was buff, beautiful, and a badass. The man’s prowess had become like catnip to me, keeping me on a delirious edge that I didn’t want off of.
He had a true Italian heritage, and I couldn’t take my eyes off him after catching sight of his long, thick, and gloriously huge cock. Now my mouth wasn’t just watering, I was practically drooling at the sight of him. The glorious ink on his body continued down both massive thighs and across his entire chest. The art wasn’t gawdy or crude but refined in a masterful way.
As if he’d planned out the use of his body as a canvas, only introducing pieces that continued telling a story. They captured my mind while he advanced like a predator, placing one knee on the bed before leaning over and planting his hands on the comforter.
“Be a good girl,” he said. “Get on all fours.”
His command was just as thrilling as everything else about him. I found myself obeying, as if he already had a hold over me.
“Mmm… Such a good girl.”
Every time he opened his mouth, I shuddered. This was no exception. He rolled his fingers down my spine then eased my legs apart. I gathered an immediate whiff of my desire, which was crazy but wondrous, my mind spinning with all the possibilities of what would happen.
I wasn’t certain what to expect but with the first crack of the thick leather strap, I fell forward onto my face. The shock of pain was as blinding as it was electrifying, my mind pushed into a frenzy of salacious thoughts. He fisted my hair, yanking me back into position.
