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“What?” The word explodes from me as I fail to conceal my shock.
“You heard me,dolcezza.”
“SignoreGreco…”
“Volante,” he corrects me. “My surname is Volante.”
A prickle of fear runs through me. I don’t need to speculate about why he used a false name when he checked into the hotel. The Volantes are notorious here. It’s been sixty years since the family immigrated to America, but people still talk about them with a mix of reverence and fear. Since arriving in New York, they’ve steadily built up one of the most successful criminal organizations in the world. They’re ruthless in stamping out their enemies.
My hands tremble. The charming tourist I had a crush on is actually Mafia.
“Volante?” I double check just in case I misheard him.
“That’s right, sweetheart. I am Alessandro Domenico Volante, your future husband.”
CHAPTER 2
Alessandro
I’ve never been a man who enjoys making big, dramatic announcements, but dropping the bomb on Emilia that I will soon be her husband gave me a real kick. It’s the stunned look on her face that makes it so worthwhile. Her big brown eyes have grown even wider. She had no idea what was coming, and she’s completely unaware of how her life is about to change.
“N… no… no… no,” she stammers. “That can’t be right.”
She gets to her feet and I tut loudly. “Emilia, I did not give you permission to rise, so sit back down.”
Of course she doesn’t obey me. She doesn’t know yet that I don’t make empty threats and I will spank her ass. Too panicked to see clearly, she has no idea what to do with herself. She just stands there, chest heaving, fingers clawing at her skirt as she tries to get a grip on her fear, or whatever other emotion she feels right now. Her eyes dart wildly around the room, looking for a way out, perhaps. She spins on her heel and heads for the door.
“Uh-uh, naughty girl.”
Shoving my chair back, I get to my feet. I catch up with her before she gets halfway across the room. Taking a firm grip of her elbow, I drag her back to where I was sitting. I drop onto my chair and pull Emilia down across my lap. She struggles valiantly, as an undoubtedly virtuous young woman should, but I subdue her easily.
As her feet kick out, hammering my shins, I hook my leg around hers to hold her in place. She’s such a slight little thing, fragile in my grasp. She inhales sharply as I drag her skirt up inch by inch to reveal surprisingly risqué black lace panties, held together at the sides by scarlet bows. Only the flimsiest wisp of fabric covers her pussy. Does my sweet, virginal bride have a naughty side? I can’t wait to find out.
“Who did you wear these panties for, Emilia?”
“No one. I just like how they feel.”
She’s lucky I believe her, because if I thought she was trying to tempt another man to take what’s mine, I wouldn’t be able to rein in my jealousy. From the moment I first set eyes on a photo of her, I decided no other man would have her.
When I spread my palm across her delectable ass, she renews her fight to get away from me. Her grandfather would be proud of her efforts to defend her innocence. After all, he’s guarded her virginity well, keeping potential suitors far from her door.
“Calm down, sweetheart. I won’t fuck you… yet.”
She rears up and takes a swing at me. While I might admire her spirit, I can’t allow her to hit me. Grabbing a fistful of her silkybrown ponytail, I yank hard, and she squeals. I turn her head, forcing her to look at me.
“Behave, Emilia. I will not tell you again.”
She tries to pull away. I bring my hand down on her ass and she stills.
“I warned you what would happen, and you defied me anyway. Now you’ll lie there and take your spanking without a fuss or the consequences will be severe. Do you understand me,dolcezza?”
“You can’t do this,” she protests. “You have no right.”
The venom in her voice tells me she doesn’t understand. My little angel is getting mad, and it makes me want to bend her over the table and fuck the sass out of her. Since I can’t do that, I deliver another harsh slap to her butt.
“As your future husband, I have every right. Now, tell me you understand.”
She glares at me, eyes flashing fire. Her full lips pout and I ache to have them wrapped around my cock. What would it be like to fuck that hot little mouth? I can picture her kneeling before me, eager to please. The image is so vivid, I can almost feel it.
