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“I’m sorry.”
“Excuse me.”
“I’m sorry I got you involved in that scandal. I know it was wrong.” I released a breath, feeling lighter. “I should’ve apologized a long time ago. I just didn’t know how. You scare me.”
“What?” He laughed, a sexy sound that made my nipples hard. His gaze swept up and down my body as he ran a hand through his dark wavy hair. “Which one is it? Do I turn you on or do I scare you?”
What?
“Both.” Jesus Christ, what was wrong with me? “I mean. You scare me. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have come here. I’ll do better next time. I promise.” I made a weird gesture with my hand, like a goodbye and a never-mind wave.
I turned around and made for the door. I pulled it open but then it closed with a loud thud. When I looked two inches to my right, I spotted Luca’s long fingers on the panel. He reached around with his other hand and flipped the lock.
My breaths came out in erratic patterns, mainly because my lungs stopped working, I was sure I’d come down with some sort of fever. Why else would I be so hot in this paper-thin blouse.
“You should have apologized back then. You should’ve left me alone when I asked you to.” His hot breath on my neck sent long tendrils of desire down to my core.
Did he really not know he was making it worse? I was an addict when it came to him. I hadn’t recovered from my last relapse. Why would he think that standing this close to me would suddenly cure my desire for him? Even now, I wanted to feel his fingers inside me. I knew so much about sex from all my research when I was in high school, playing silly games with my friends. I knew exactly what I was missing. I knew what I wanted from him.
I wanted to know what the real thing felt like.
“Professor Gallo.” My hoarse voice didn’t sound like my own. I had something I wanted to say, but for the life of me, I couldn’t think of it. So my sentence ended there with just his name and a silent promise.
“Ms. Salvatore.” He inhaled. “I should punish you for what you did.”
“What?” I turned around so fast he didn’t have time to step away.
Our gazes locked. He’d removed his vest and suit jacket. Every time I took in a gulp of air, my hard nipples rubbed against his button-down shirt. I swore the body heat emanating from him had never been there before. Did he really want to punish me? No, I didn’t want that. I wasn’t some stupid girl that needed to be taught a lesson.
“You ruined my life, Ms. Salvatore.” His gaze darkened.
And that scared the shit out of me. Luca was intimidating as all hell. Angry Luca was downright daunting. Danger oozed off him. It was written in his eyes, his skin, even his scent. I had to get out of here.
“I have to go.” I jiggled the handle.
“Of course. But first, I’m going to do what I should’ve done a long time ago.”
He gripped my elbow, pulled me away from the door. I took several steps back, keeping my gaze on him while he stalked toward me. In the back of my mind, I had a spark of an idea of what he wanted to do. But the logical part of my brain told me he would never dare. I was Donata Salvatore, next in line to be a Don.
“I’m not some silly girl that needs punishing and you know that.” I stood on my tiptoes, so I could glare at him properly.
“And yet, that’s exactly what you need.” He took me by the waist and flipped me onto his desk.
I blinked several times to focus on what was happening. This couldn’t be real. I was outside in the hallway daydreaming about him like I always did. This wasn’t real. I wasn’t face down on his desk, with my ass in the air, and my skirt over my back.
He wouldn’t dare.
The second I had the thought, his hand descended on my ass.
It was sharp and fast. I hadn’t fully recovered when he came down again. And then again. I lifted my heels to get my butt away from him, but his palm came down again with three more spankings. On the last one, he let his fingers linger over my pussy for several beats.
My heart thrashed in my ears. I didn’t even hear what he said when he was done.
I stayed there bent over his desk, too turned on to be angry at him and too shocked to move. What had just happened? What was I supposed to do with this?
“Go home, Ms. Salvatore.” His voice sounded strained.
Slowly, I pulled down my skirt and turned to face him. I wiped the tears off my face, trying to reconcile my feelings with his actions. Did I deserve the spanking for what I did to him? Sure. But who did he think he was? I wasn’t his ward. I wasn’t even his girlfriend. He had no right to treat me like this.
