Chapter 4
CHAPTER 4
M assimo
S ofia was testing my patience and honestly, it was making my cock so fucking hard that it was starting to hurt.
She was a good kid, but defiant at times, and I’d always thought she was the kind of girl that would benefit from a good spanking from time to time. She didn’t understand what could be at stake right now and her rebellious defiance was simply getting in the way.
My fists tightened at my sides as I tried to ignore the urge to do that very thing right now, to grab her arm and toss her over my knee. She was wearing a skirt. It would be easy to flip it up, tear her panties off, and give her the spanking she needed right fucking now.
Fuck.
She’s your best friend’s daughter. Keep your head on straight.
I needed to protect her and the first thing I needed to do was make sure she was safe.
I ignored my hard cock, took a step back and glanced around her and her dad’s apartment. The place was neat, organized, and quintessentially middle class, filled with modern conveniences and traditional Italian touches. The living room had comfortable furniture, a few family photos, and a TV mounted on the wall. The kitchen was open and functional, with sleek countertops and ample storage. It was the kind of home that was perfect for a family, but it was a security nightmare.
I frowned, my mind racing with possibilities. I wouldn’t be able to keep her safe here. She was going to have to come with me.
There were too many windows, too many entry points, and no real security measures to speak of. Anyone determined enough could easily break in or find a way to ambush her or even kill her.
“This place is impossible to secure,” I muttered under my breath.
Sofia stood in the doorway, watching me with a mixture of defiance and curiosity. She put her hand on her hip with a huff and I couldn’t help but imagine that bare ass reddening under my palm once again.
God, she fucking needed it…
“What do you mean?” she asked, her attitude bleeding through her tone.
I turned to face her, my expression serious. “There are too many angles here, too many ways someone could get in or watch you. We need to get you somewhere safer.”
“Safer? Like where?” she snapped.
“My estate,” I said firmly. “It’s much more secure, and we can control who comes and goes. Pack your things. You’re coming with me.”
She let out an exasperated sigh.
“Great. Just great. And how am I supposed to live my life there? I have school, friends, my whole life here. I can’t just up and leave because you think it’s dangerous. I’ve lived here all my life!” she complained.
My patience was wearing thin, but I forced myself to stay calm.
“Sofia, this isn’t just about what you want. Your father asked me to protect you, and that’s what I’m going to do.”
“And what about my school? My friends? Am I just supposed to drop everything?” she asked, clearly unconvinced.
Stay patient…
“We’ll figure something out,” I said, my tone softening. “You can continue your studies online, and your friends can visit. But for now, your safety is my top priority.”
She huffed and turned away, clearly not happy with the situation, but I really didn’t care. She shook her head and walked into her bedroom, and I followed her.
The walls of her room were painted a soft pastel pink. There were a few posters of Taylor Swift hanging on the walls alongside some beautiful pictures of the Tuscan countryside that I knew she’d taken herself. A cozy bed with a floral duvet was neatly made in the corner, next to a small wooden desk cluttered with schoolbooks and a laptop. The room was filled with personal touches—a bookshelf overflowing with books, a few framed photos of her and her friends, and a string of fairy lights draped around the window.
It was sweet and it instantly reminded me that she was a teenager, and I was her dad’s best friend.
“This is ridiculous,” she scoffed.
“This is just how it needs to be, Sofia,” I replied gently.
What do I need to do to get this girl to come with me?
I took a deep breath and pulled my shoulders back. Sofia stood by her desk, defiance radiating from every pore. Her arms were crossed, and her lips were pressed into a tight line. She wasn’t making this easy, and each second that ticked by tested my patience more and more.
“Sofia, pack your things,” I said, my voice steady but with an edge of command that I knew she couldn’t ignore. “You’re coming with me. Now.”
She narrowed her eyes, the rebellious spark in them igniting into a full blaze.
My cock only got harder.
“And if I don’t want to?” she challenged, lifting her chin defiantly.
I took a deep breath, reminding myself to stay calm. This was for her safety, even if she couldn’t see it right now.
You can’t spank her.
You shouldn’t punish her… not right now, not ever…
“This isn’t a debate, Sofia.”
She huffed and turned her back on me, muttering something under her breath as she began to shove some clothes into a bag. I could see the tension in her shoulders, the frustration in the jerky movements of her hands, the firm set of her jaw. She was pushing every one of my buttons, and it was taking every ounce of control I had not to react.
I kept my hands at my sides and shoved them in my pockets instead of smacking her disobedient backside.
“Fine,” she snapped, spinning around to face me again. “But this is ridiculous. I’m not a child, Massimo. I can take care of myself.”
“You’re not a child, but you’re not invincible either,” I replied, my tone sharper than I intended.
“I don’t know why you’re being so uppity over this,” she mumbled under her breath, and I had to stop myself from saying anything about what she needed right now.
She glared at me, her eyes flashing with a mixture of anger and something else—something that sent a jolt of desire straight through me directly to my cock. I clenched my fists at my sides, trying to ignore the way my body was reacting to her defiance.
This wasn’t the time for those thoughts. There wasn’t ever a time for them. Marco was my best friend and his daughter deserved better than this.
Fuck. She needs to be taken in hand.
“Just hurry up and pack,” I said, turning away to give her some space. “We need to leave as soon as possible.”
“I’ll maybe go,” she said, her voice tinged with defiance, “but I have to do my makeup first.”
Before I could respond, she turned on her heel and headed toward the bathroom. I checked my watch, tapping it impatiently. The more she delayed, the more we risked being noticed by potential enemies, whoever they may be.
“Sofia,” I called out, trying to keep my voice steady, “what are you doing in there?”
No response.
I clenched my fists, my jaw tightening. She was pushing me to the edge, and I couldn’t afford to wait much longer. I took a step closer to the bathroom door, the sound of running water reaching my ears. My mind raced with thoughts of what could go wrong if we stayed here any longer. We could be attacked. A sniper could shoot her through the windows. They could be waiting outside to gun us down.
“Sofia,” I called again, louder this time, “we need to leave. Now.”
Still no response.
I glanced at my watch again, the seconds ticking by painfully slowly. The more she dragged her feet, the more it became clear that she might need a firmer hand to get moving. My instincts screamed at me to break down the door, to drag her out if I had to, but I forced myself to remain calm.
This wasn’t the time for brute force.
This isn’t the time to flip up that pretty skirt, pull down her panties, and redden her bare ass until she’s sore and sorry and soaking fucking wet.
My cock had a life of its own.
Then she called out a single word that changed everything.
“No.”