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“Wha… I… I just…” I stammer, blinking. “My body just… it doesn’t feel the same. It’s hard to enjoy myself.”
“Is that right?”
I nod, faintly wondering if I’ve made a mistake. Just what have I asked for without realizing it?
“Well,” Salvatore says, stepping toward the bed, closing in on me. “That ends right now. Do you understand?”
“But—”
His hand collides with my ass in a brutal smack. One so hard my flesh ripples and his palm slapping against itechoes.
I shriek and grip the duvet cover within my fingers. “No!” I answer defiantly. “I can’t help how I feel… I can’t—ahh!”
SMACK!
Salvatore cuts me off with another forceful spank. He catches the underside of my thighs in stinging fashion and then grips my hips to brace himself against me from behind.
“Let me tell you howIfeel,” he growls, his breathing ragged. He grinds himself into me, letting me feel the large, hard erection he’s already sporting. “Let me fucking tell you what it’s like to be married to the most beautiful, brilliant, sexiest woman on this damn earth, who seems to have forgotten that she is. Do you know what that’s like?”
“Jon—”
“Let me fucking tell you,” he rumbles over me, palming my ass, squeezing the meaty flesh. “Let me tell you what it’s like to want you so badly, I’d kill for it. I’d fuckingkillfor the opportunity to feel that pussy of yours squeezing my cock.”
His dark words do something to me. Slowly unlock a hidden side of me.
My heart is pounding inside my chest. My entire body is on edge.
I can’t even figure out a response.
I’m speechless as his desire—his rawneedto have me—becomes a tangible, undeniable feeling in the room.
It makes me breathe harder, makes my skin warm and flushed. I’m panting before I know it, throbbing between my thighs.
I can only mutter his name. “Jon…”
“You’re going to give up control, Phi,” he says in a tone that leaves no room for dissent. “You’re going to give up this body to me. You’re going to be a good fucking girl and let me do what the fuck I want to you. No excuses. No running. Nothinking. Is that understood?”
I produce a whine noise as his palm crashes into my ass in another hard smack.
I take a second before answering—a second too long, earning yet another spank—as I fight through the mental block that plagues me.
It’s not that I don’t want to. That I don’t yearn to stop overthinking and give into Salvatore. It’s that it feels impossible when every other second these poisonous thoughts invade my mind.
Even as Salvatore poses his question and I clench my eyes shut, my thoughts go to Dominic. They go to the missed calls on my phone. Dad’s calls.
I’m thinking about how my breasts feel heavy and I want to cover my stomach.
SMACK!
Salvatore’s palm wrenches me out of my head. The poisonous thoughts vanish and the present crashes back down on me.
“Answer me,” he commands.
“Ye… yes,” I puff out.
Not good enough. Not certain enough.
Salvatore always needs hisyes. He always needs my submission. My sense of surrender.
