Forced To Be The Mafia King's Bride novel Chapter 20

Dante’s POV

My gaze locked greedily on the sleek folds between her legs, that sweet little hole sitting there so inviting, practically begging me to stroke it, stretch it, work it until she was panting my name so loud it echoed through the hallway.

My hand twitched with the urge, but I held back. This wasn’t about taking her. Not yet. This was about punishing her, breaking her. By the time I was done, she’d hand me every secret about her father herself.

She started to protest the moment I spread her open.

“No… not like this. You promised,” she breathed, voice shaky. “You said you wouldn’t take me until I begged you. Remember?”

Clever girl. She was throwing my own words back at me, hoping it would save her from the horror she thought I was about to inflict.

She thought I wanted to force myself on her. But she was wrong about me.

I might be a monster, yes. But I’d never forced a woman. Not then. Not now.

Breaking her wasn’t about that.

It was about making her want it, making her surrender it freely, on her knees, crying my name, begging for everything I swore I’d give her.

“I’m not breaking my promise. You will beg for my cock before I fuck you.”

Then my tone dropped into a dark rasp.

“But I never promised not to punish your sweet little body… or to keep my hands off every inch of you.”

She sucked in a deep breath, her back arching slightly, as though my words had pierced straight into her core.

And then my hand came down hard on her bare, open ass, the crack of the impact echoing through the room.

She jolted forward with a loud cry from the sudden sting.

“You brute!” she spat, her voice trembling but still laced with defiance.

Fuck.

This woman was going to be the death of me. Even after being spanked by my hands, she still had the fire to bite back. And she had no idea, it only made me want to punish her more.

“So, you can still curse?” I growled. “Let’s see if you can still curse when I’m done… turning this…”

I slid my palm over her soft, perfect cheeks, caressing the heat coursing through her skin. “…into red, sore skin you won’t be able to sit on for the rest of the day.”

My hand came down fast again, the sound snapping through the room. I was enjoying the way she jolted forward, her hips jerking under the force.

“I’m not some child you can spank at will!” she yelped. “I’m a grown woman, respect that!”

I smirked at her boldness. She truly was the definition of a defiant spirit, refusing to surrender, but by the time I was finished, she would surely be silent.

I chuckled low in my chest, taunting her.

“You’re my property now. And if you act like a child, you get punished like one.”

She squirmed, trying to twist away, but my weight held her firmly in place.

“Stop fighting,” I ordered. “Take this like a good girl.”

My hand cracked against her again. And again, harder each time. Now her back began to arch, not away from me, but into my strike.

The sound that tore from her lips now was no longer defiant words but heavy sexual breathing.

Fuck. It stirred something primal deep inside me. My cock throbbed, hard and heavy against my zipper.

It was hard to focus on punishment when my cock was aching to be buried inside her until she screamed my name, raw and exhausted.

“This,” I said, bringing my hand down again, “is to teach you a lesson. Never disrespect me, especially not in front of my men.”

“Yeah… lesson learned,” she gasped. “I won’t do it again. Can you stop now, please?”

A thrill shot through me when I heard her beg.

It was getting to her. The cracks were forming. But I wasn’t about to stop at her first sign of surrender. No, I wanted to drag it out, make her wonder just how far I’d go now that she knew.

“But I don’t trust you. We both know you haven’t learned. More spanks will surely teach you…”

My palm came down again, harder, sharper.

“Hmmm… only pain, huh?”

“Yes,” she breathed, small and shaky.

I slid my fingers slowly between her folds, taking my time, letting the pads of my fingers trail along her slit.

She shuddered under my touch, her hips twitching despite the way she tried to press herself flat against the desk to escape the sensation.

I felt the muscles between her thighs clench as if her body couldn’t decide whether to push me out or pull me in.

“Fighting it, huh?” I murmured under my breath. But I kept going, letting my fingers stir slowly along her slit, teasing her, coaxing more of that slick warmth until it coated my skin.

When I finally pulled my hand back, my fingers glistened under the light.

I held them up where she could see.

Her cheeks flushed instantly, heat rushing to her face, and her eyes darted away from mine like she couldn’t stand the proof staring her in the face.

I leaned in, my mouth close enough that my breath grazed her ear.

“I think you’re enjoying this a hell of a lot more than you’re willing to admit. This isn’t just punishment for you, it’s turning you on. Maybe I need to change my approach…”

Then she scrambled to cover it, her voice breaking, desperate.

“No… my butt hurts… please… it hurts… stop no more…”

Her voice broke into sobs. Shoulders were shaky, uneven, but she didn’t fight me anymore.

I almost laughed out loud. Her acting was impressive, switching emotions on and off like flicking a switch, playing whichever side she thought might work on me.

But I wasn’t falling for her tears again. It was now clear to me, my pretty doll was a master manipulator.

Still… I decided to let her think she’d won. Let her think I’d shown mercy.

I stepped back, tugged her dress down over her thighs, and helped her onto her feet.