Dante’s POV
Oh, I most certainly can. I warned, leaning in again, my breath grazing her ear. “Remember earlier in my office? When you made sure to remind me how I came screaming your name while Bruno was right there?”
“It’s not the same,” she argued, though her voice lacked conviction. “Bruno’s your right hand, practically family. But this…” She gestured around us, her tone rising. “This is in the open.”
I savored the tremor in her voice, the quick catch in her breath. She knew she’d gone too far, and she knew what it would cost her.
She rolled her eyes, defiance sparking again. “I’m not some little girl you can punish whenever and wherever you feel like.”
“Time for talking is over,” I growled, my hand closing on the neckline of her sunflower dress.
With one hard, forceful pull, the fabric split down the center and slid away. A soft tearing sound echoed, leaving her in a flowery bra and matching panties that highlighted every curve, every inch of her soft, flushed skin.
A hot jolt shot through me so sudden it took my breath. She was beyond sexy. Beautiful. For a wild second I wanted to ask if she’d picked the set for me, if she’d dressed this way to get under my skin. Instead, I let the old restraint harden. She had pushed, challenged me, and I would answer with strength.
She gasped, shock and want flashing across her face all at once. Her fingers scrambled to gather the torn fabric, trying to press it back together, but it was useless. The dress was ruined, leaving her exposed to my gaze.
I smirked. “You thought you could disobey me and get away with it?” Her cheeks flushed as she clutched the remnants of the dress to her chest.
“Now take off your panties. Face that tree, legs apart.‘
Her reaction was pure outrage. She hadn’t expected this, hadn’t stopped to consider the consequences.
“Dante, I won’t…”
“You will,” I drawled, my patience snapping. “Or do you want me to do it for you? Know this, if I do, I won’t be gentle.”
Her eyes sparked with that defiant dare I knew so well. “Like hell you would.”
I grunted, under my breath, torn between amusement and ritation at her stubbornness. “Hard way then,” I muttered, closing the distance between us.
I reached for her, she squirmed in my arms, twisting and shaking her head hard, but my grip didn’t loosen.
A smack landed across her ass, and she yelped, more startle than hurt, before going still, her body tense and trembling.
My hands settled on her waist. I bent closer, sliding her partes down, and the scent of her heat hit me, warm, intoxicating. The V between her thighs was smooth, inviting, impossible to ignore. I ached to part her legs, to dive in, but no. Fuck. I was going to savor every second.
I turned her, pressing her body lightly against the tree, feeling the curve of her back press into me. My hands slid to unclasp her bra, desire building with every second. I wanted her bare, wanted to memorize every inch of her skin.
Once she was naked, I used my body to pin her against the rough bark, unable to resist any longer. My lips found the curve of her neck, nuzzling and teasing, while one hand traced the lines of her back, caressing, drawing a
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breathy gasp from her lips.
I taunted, my voice low and teasing. “So… you like that, huh?”
She shook her head, her words breaking off, strained and breathless, but her body betrayed her, arching subtly into me. That tiny display of resistance only made me hunger for her more.
One hand slid around to the front, fingers gliding over her breasts before tugging at her tits. Her gasp was intense, mingled with a soft moan that made me groan. “Good,” my voice was filled with raw need. “I want you to feel every inch of the sting.”
“Twenty,” I murmured, then pulled back slightly, letting her take a shaky breath. “I’m going to spank you twenty times.”
Her voice trembled. “That’s a lot.”
“Well, it’s because you rebelled,” I reminded her. “It doubled. You’re going to count, loud and clear. Understood?”
“Yes…” she breathed, soft and submissive.
I let my hands roam her body, down the sides, feeling the curves that made my need throb. Every line, every subtle dip, her body was irresistible. Desire shot straight to my cock, causing it to strain against my palms as I pressed closer. I was tempted to run myself against her but I held back.
She arched, gripping the tree for support. The tension in her body radiated through me. My hands traced her ass, cupping, teasing, exploring her tender round curves.
Then, when she least expected it, I spanked her, hard.
She yelped, a delicious mix of pain and pleasure. “Dante… auch…”
“Gianna… count… now,” I demanded, hand coming down again, harder.
Her gasp hit the air as the sting registered. “Two…
“Good girl,” I taunted. “You’ve been a bad girl… and bad girls must be punished.”
My hand came down again, driving the sting deeper, and she counted through it, each number shaky but growing wetter with pleasure. “Five… ten… twelve…”
I leaned close, my voice low and filthy. “Look at you… naked out here in the open… any of my men could see you…. getting smacked by me.”
But I knew that wasn’t possible. I’d cleared out the entire wing, no one would see me discipline my pretty doll. 1 was too possessive to let anyone else even glimpse her naked skin.
Another smack, harder. She flinched, gasped, but didn’t pull away.
“Now,” I said, “you know what happens when you go against me.”
She surrendered, her breath ragged, voice trembling. “Fifteen… yes… I do… forgive me… please… Don…”
Her plea, breathy and strained, went straight to my cock, pressing hard against the fabric of my pants. But I didn’t let go, no mercy this time. I knew her games too well. Push me, then beg.
But this time, I wasn’t falling for it.
Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
