Chapter 18

There was going to be hell to pay with Dante, but I didn't give a flying fat rat's ass.

He wanted help to prevent a territorial war, fine.

But in the end, I was the one who had to live with this piece of shit as a father-in-law, and I'd be damned if I let him think he could keep treating either of his daughters this way.

My chest tightened.

Ella.

Sweet, shy Ella.

There was no way I was going to leave her at the mercy of her father after marrying Antonia.

As far as I was concerned, both sisters would be under my protection.

I could hear my father's voice in my head now. You're playing with fire, my son.

I would just have to find a suitable suitor for Ella as soon as possible to remove the temptation.

Simple.

Bile rose in the back of my throat at the thought of Ella in the arms of another man.

I shook it off.

She was not for me. It was for the best.

Antonia suited my dark personality and unique demands in the bedroom better, anyway.

I couldn't even conceive of trying some of the fucked-up kinky shit I liked on her sister, Ella. She was far too innocent and sweet.

No, now that I knew we were both clean, and she wasn't knocked up, I was going to focus all my attention on Antonia.

Starting now.

After her father, who made a big show of leaving voluntarily for a meeting, stormed out of the office, and giving my aunt a farewell kiss with the promise to see her back at the winery, I gave the doctor a quick handshake before escorting them both out of the room.

I then locked the door.

She moved to stand behind the desk. "We need to discuss your travel plans."

I shrugged out of my suit jacket. "Our travel plans and they are not open for discussion."

Draping the jacket over the back of a nearby chair, I rolled up my right cuff. "I'd rather continue our discussion from earlier, before your father interrupted us."

She gripped the edge of the desk and pushed her chin out. "I thought that matter was closed. I'd rather talk about Abruzzo."

I turned my attention to rolling up the other cuff. "Since your impertinent ass hasn't felt the sting of my hand yet, the matter is definitely not closed."

Her cheeks took on a very attractive, almost maidenly blush at my comment. She opened and closed her mouth several times but didn't respond.

I stepped toward the desk. "As I recall, you thought it amusing to let me know, in explicit detail, of your exploits with Alessio last night."

Her eyes widened as her lips thinned.

Strange.

It was almost as if this was news to her. As if she hadn't wrapped her arms around my neck, crushed her breasts against my chest, and told me less than an hour earlier of how she'd been a bad girl to let Alessio fuck her up the ass last night and should be punished.

I continued to circle around the desk, following after her. "And while you certainly took the news that I kissed your sister in stride, we agreed that your transgression was far worse and deserves a long, hard spanking."

The color on her cheeks deepened. "You told her! I mean—I don't think we are done talking about… my sister. Remind me what you said again."

My arm shot out to snatch her around the waist and pull her closer. Her tight dress left little to the imagination, revealing every curve. While I enjoyed the view, it would no longer be acceptable attire for my future wife now that we were officially engaged.

"I told you, after privately seeking out your sister to invite her to join us at the winery, I let my better judgment lapse and kissed her. I then assured you it would never happen again."

"A lapse in judgment," she repeated softly, lowering her chin to avoid my gaze.

With my thumb and forefinger, I slowly pulled her dresss zipper tab down, revealing the upper swells of her breasts. "Exactly. And I say that again now. I am a man of my word. As of this morning, we are officially engaged, and I plan to honor that commitment."

She pushed my hand away and yanked the zipper back into place. "Well, I've changed my mind. I'm angry that you kissed my sister."

After wrapping my hand around her wrist, I secured both her arms behind her back. The move pushed her ample chest against mine. My cock lengthened.

I leaned in close and brushed my lips against hers. "I'd believe you… if you hadn't followed my admission with a rather graphic story of your own… transgression… last night. And then begged me to spank you like a bad little girl. Just like on my boat."

She inhaled a harsh breath. "I didn't beg you!"

My teeth sank into her lower lip, not enough to draw blood, but just enough to deliver a sharp sting. "You most certainly did. Next time I'll video it."

Her throat muscles contracted as she swallowed. "Video it?"

I moved my lips to the column of her neck and placed an open-mouthed kiss there. "Would you like that, you naughty girl? Would you like it if I recorded us fucking?"

She pulled on her arms, but I tightened my grasp.

Using my free hand, I once more lowered the zipper over her cleavage. "Would you like to watch as my hard cock pushes inside you?"

Her breathing intensified.

My mouth moved over the exposed curves of her breasts. "Did you want to see how your little asshole opens and gapes after I pound into you, over and over again, until you scream for mercy and forget all about that dickhead, Alessio?"

It was fortunate for her that my guilt over kissing her sister prevented me from flying into a jealous rage over Alessio.

That would not be the case now that our arranged marriage was official.

From this point forward, I would rip the eyes out of any man who dared to look twice at her.

This wasn't about love or even lust. It was about honor.

No one would touch what was now mine.

Bought and paid for mine.

She fell backward, breaking my grasp.

Stumbling to the side, she knocked one high heel off. When she bent over to pull the remaining one off, she gifted me a glorious view of her tits. "I… um… I… you shouldn't talk to me that… um... I… I want to wait until we're married to have sex!"

I reached for my belt buckle. "So we're back to playing the shocked virgin? Fine by me. I like this sex game even more."

She pulled a chair between us and inched toward the door. "It's not a sex game!"

Whipping my leather belt through the loops, I folded it in half and snapped it. "I love your commitment to the role. How about I play the stern schoolmaster to your naughty schoolgirl?"

With a half turn, she raced to the office door and reached for the doorknob.

In less than a second, I was upon her. Grasping her long hair at the nape, I pulled her away and dragged her back to the desk. "It's time you learn a lesson about talking back to your teacher."

I forced her to bend over at the waist onto the desk.

She flattened her palms against the surface and tried to push her torso up. "Please! Wait!"

With one hand centered between her shoulder blades to hold her down, I reached for the hem of her short dress. "Bad girls with dirty mouths get their pretty little asses disciplined by the schoolmaster."

"Please! I don't want to play this game."

After wrenching her dress hem up over her hips to pool at her lower back, I was surprised to see a pair of soft white cotton panties again. I would have expected a barely there lace thong. My cock hardened even further, her discreet lingerie only adding to the role-playing.

"Tell your schoolmaster you're sorry and beg me to punish you."

"No!"

I wrenched her panties down over her hips until they fell to her ankles. "I'm warning you. Say, I'm sorry for being such a bad girl."

"I won't!"

I lifted my arm high before whipping the leather belt down across both her exposed cheeks.

She rose up on her toes with a cry. "Stop!"

"You can cry out all you want. Your father is gone, and your staff wouldn't dare enter this office."

I whipped the belt across her cheeks a second time. Her delicate flesh jiggled under the impact before blossoming into a pretty pink shade.

She pushed against my restraining hand. "No more! It hurts."

Leaning over her prone form, I cupped her jaw. Using my thumb to stroke her lower lip, I said, "Promise me these holes will now be for my pleasure alone and I'll stop."

My thumb pushed inside her warm mouth, forcing her to suck it. Once it was wet enough, I pulled free and ran my hand over her hip and ass cheek before pushing my fingers between her crack and letting the pad of my thumb graze her sensitive asshole.

Her back stiffened with her sharp inhale.

I forced my thumb inside of her ass.

She yelped, her hips bucking.

I thrust my thumb in and out several times and teased her clit with the tips of my fingers. "Promise me."

Her body shivered. "I promise. I promise! Please take it out!"

"Not good enough. I want to hear it all!"

I thrust my thumb inside her ass as far as it would go.

Tears ran down her cheeks. "I don't know what you want me to say."

A twisted wave of arrogant male satisfaction hit me over how her tight asshole gripped my thumb and her obvious signs of distress and pain. That dickhead Alessio must not be packing much heat if her dark hole was still this small and almost untried.

"I want you to open that pretty mouth of yours and tell me all your holes are mine, and only mine, to use."

She blinked several times as her lower lip quivered.

Damn, she was an excellent actress.

"My… holes are yours to… use," she breathed.

"Brava ragazza."

I circled her clit with the tip of my middle finger. "Now tell me what a bad girl you are."

"Please don't make me."

I pulled free of her ass and picked up my leather belt again. In swift succession, I gave her several painful swipes.

Her hips shifted in her effort to evade the punishing leather kiss. "I'm a bad girl! I'm a bad girl!"

I swept the leather belt across her upper thighs, just below the curve of her ass. "Do you promise to behave from now on?"

"I promise!"

The moment those words left her salty, tear-wet lips, I swept my arm across the desk and cleared the surface before snatching her around her hips and lifting her onto it.

"What are you?—"

I ripped her panties all the way off and spread her knees. "Shhh, don't question your schoolmaster."

Pushing my head between her thighs, I swept my tongue between her pussy lips. She was already slick with cream, proving how much she secretly enjoyed her punishment.

She lurched up onto her elbows. "You can't kiss me there!"

God fucking bless the misogynistic Neanderthals who thought a woman's orgasm was secondary to their own. Those meatheads will forever be denied the pleasure of watching a woman come undone just from using the tip of their tongue.

They would never taste the sweet nectar of her arousal. Nor would they ever appreciate the power and satisfaction that came from knowing you stimulated not just her body, but her brain. It was why a pathetic number of men thought the female orgasm was a myth.

They would never know the secret was fucking both her pussy and her mind.

Running my palms down the backs of her thighs, I gripped her ass, relishing her hissed response to my fingers sinking into her punished skin. "Get used to it, colomba mia birichina. I plan on feasting on this sweet pussy at least once a day."

With the tip of my tongue, I flicked and teased her clit, swirling it around the sensitive nub until her hips rose off the desk.

"That's it, babygirl. Show me how much you like having your ass whipped."

Her fingers threaded through my hair. "Oh! Oh! Oh!"

I squeezed her ass cheeks then pushed my tongue into her cunt before returning to torment her clit. Against her sensitive flesh I rasped, "This is only a taste. When I get you home, I'm going to tie you to my bed and whip your ass with my leather riding crop."

Her hips bucked, and my scalp lit up where she pulled sharply on my hair.

I flicked my tongue rapidly over her clit. "Then I'm going to shove the handle so deep inside your ass you'll feel it in your stomach."

Her thighs tightly clamped around my head. "Oh, no! I'm… I'm…"

"And that's when I'll pound my cock into this cute cunt of yours until I fill it with my come."

She screamed as her head pitched backward while her back arched.

I rose to my full height and savored her flavor, sweeping my finger over my lips then sucking the tip.

Wrapping my hands around her hips, I pulled down her dress hem and raised her to a seated position on the edge of the desk. With a bent finger under her chin, I forced her glassy, unfocused eyes back to my gaze. "I'll expect you in Abruzzo in a week."

I gave her a hard kiss on the mouth. "I'm warning you. Don't make me return to Sicily to claim you."