42. Punishment
CHAPTER 42
PUNISHMENT
R affaele
Breathe, cazzo . Inhale, exhale. Inhale, exhale . I force my lungs to continue their steady pace despite the suffocating anger coiling around my organs as I stalk toward Isa and the professor.
His hands are on my client.
His fingers dipping dangerously close to the curve of her ass.
And in a minute, I’m going to rip off every single one of those fingers for daring to touch what’s mine.
Shoving my hands in my pockets to restrain the urge, I don the practiced smile as I reach the crowd of interns writhing around Isa on the dance floor.
It takes every last ounce of willpower to keep from jerking her out of his arms and tossing her over my shoulder. My fingers twitch in my pockets, my palm itching to spank that ass for disobeying me. I thought I’d made it perfectly clear. She is mine. And that means no one touches her without my permission. Which means no one would ever touch her. I tower over the coglione then lean into Isa’s ear. “Excuse me, signorina . I need a word.”
Goose bumps spill across her bare shoulders and race down her arms. The sight of her body’s reaction to mine sends a swirl of satisfaction straight to my dick. “Right now?” she whispers, the faint hitch only discernible because I know her so well.
“Yes, right now.” I barely restrain the beastly growl.
The professor releases her, and I can finally breathe, the steel bands around my lungs loosening. My hand instinctively wraps around her biceps, toting her through the mass of bodies. As soon as my flesh meets hers, my haggard breaths begin to normalize.
Merda , what has this woman done to me?
I’ve always had a possessive streak and been controlling to a fault, but this… this is beyond my typical madness. As I lead her across the bustling rooftop to the steps, I attempt to remember the last time I felt this out of control. The answer is on the tip of my tongue, but I refuse to acknowledge it.
Because I’m terrified.
Because the last time I felt like this, everything went to hell.
A desperate tangle of fear, anxiety and anger twists and churns in my gut. I hate the feeling, the utter loss of control. Fear is weakness, but fury, that I can hold onto. Channeling that anger, I quicken my steps until I’m practically dragging Isa down the stairs.
“Slow down, you’re hurting me,” she hisses once we reach the second-floor hallway and the thrumming beats of the DJ start to fade. She whirls around just a few feet from her bedroom door and glares up at me, planting her heels so I’m forced to stop. “What’s going on with you?”
“You let him touch you,” I roar, unable to keep the tornado of emotions at bay for a minute longer. I tower over her, pinning her against the wall.
“Massimo?”
“Yes! That bastardo had his hands all over you. He was touching your hand, your ass, whispering in your ear… No one touches what’s mine.” I rake my hands through my hair, tugging at the wild ends until the pangs distract me from the overwhelming feelings surging in my gut. “You. Are. Mine ,” I growl, punctuating every word by erasing another inch between us. “Didn’t I make that clear the other night?” I glance down the hallway, ensuring none of the other guards are around, then I dip my mouth to her ear. “Now, I’m going to have to punish you for your disobedience.”
Those blazing blue irises ignite, shards of sapphire twinkling beneath the dim lighting. It’s not fear, no it’s something so much better. Curiosity. “How are you going to do that?” she whispers. “If I allow it…”
Sassy little thing.
And just like that I’m hard.
I slide my hand behind her back and palm her ass. A faint gasp erupts through those pouty lips. “I’m going to spank that perfect little ass until you scream my name.” My fingers tighten around her curves, and I press her flush against my cock.
“I thought you said it was only one night…” Her lips are a hairsbreadth from mine, and I can barely think about anything else but capturing them.
“Oh, this isn’t sex, principessa . This is punishment.” I tilt my hips so my erection lodges itself beneath her obscenely short dress and rub my dick against her panties. “We might not be allowed to be together right now, but that doesn’t mean I’ll let anyone else have you either.”
She glares up at me, defiant as all hell. “If I let you spank me, then you have to fuck me after. Or no deal…”
An unexpected chuckle spills out as those mischievous eyes latch onto mine. “It’s funny that you think you have a say in this.”
“What’s funny is that you thought I would just agree to my punishment like a good girl.” She rocks her hips, rubbing her silk thong along the hard ridge of my cock.
Cazzo , even through my slacks, I can feel how drenched she is.
“I told you I always get what I want, Raf.”
“Just this once…” I slide both hands down her ass and curl her thighs around my hips before lifting her off the floor and darting into her bedroom. I’m a fucking liar, and I’m well aware of it. I should have known once would never be enough, and now I’m just using whatever I can as an excuse to be near, on top of, inside this incredible creature who has my balls in a chokehold.
I lock the door behind us, rage still pounding through my veins, but something else weaves its way through the fury. Lust, longing and another L word I refuse to consider. With her legs wrapped around me in that indecent dress, I could easily throw her on the bed and slip my cock inside her. And Dio, I want that.
But I’m supposed to punish her.
Remind her that she belongs to me and no one else.
So I walk her to the window where a nice ledge stands at the perfect height with sprawling views of the Roman skyline, then I pull the tiny dress up and over her head. She’s not wearing a bra, her full breasts tumbling free, and my cock is so hard I’m certain it’ll bust the seam of my pants.
“ Cazzo ,” I hiss as I take her in.
Her cheeks are flushed, pupils so wide they nearly consume the brilliant sapphire. She’s excited… my little, innocent princess has a naughty side just waiting to burst free.
“You want this, don’t you?” I fix my eyes to hers, needing the verbal confirmation. It’s too easy for me to get caught up in the moment, but I want her to be sure. She was a virgin only a day ago, and despite how badly I need this, I would never force it upon her.
Her head dips, her flush deepening by the second.
“I need you to say it, principessa .” I frame her face with my hands, locking her in my unyielding gaze.
“I want you to spank me,” she breathes. “I want everything with you.”
I’ve been shot at least a dozen times and yet nothing prepares me for those words. For the stab in the lungs, for the rush of air evacuating my chest and the piercing agony in my heart.
“I—”
Before I can utter a word, she places her hands on the ledge and bends over.
A groan fills my chest, vibrating low in my throat. She cants her head over her shoulder, and a naughty smirk tips up the corners of her lips. “Is this right?”
“Fuck, principessa , it’s so right.” I grip her hips, so desperate just to touch her. Once I’ve had my fill of running my hands up and down her torso and ass, I hitch my fingers through the waistband of her thong and drag it down her legs, dropping to my knees behind her.
Running my hand up the inside of her thigh, I push her legs apart. “That’s a good girl, spread your legs for me.” Arousal glistens from her dark curls, and damn it, I’m not sure I can wait to fuck her. This is going to be the quickest punishment ever.
From this angle, I can’t help myself. I dip my head between her thighs and run my tongue through her wet folds. “Mmm,” I purr against her clit. “Just like I remembered it. The sweetest pussy I’ve ever tasted.”
Her knees tremble, the rapid rise and fall of her chest, the delicate bounce of her breasts doing illicit things to my cock. I circle the taut bud with my tongue, teasing and nibbling until I can feel her orgasm building.
Then I stop.
She groans, muttering a curse.
“This is supposed to be a punishment, remember?” I’m not sure who needs the reminder more, her or me.
Pushing myself off the floor, I unbuckle my belt, then make quick work of my slacks and boxers in one go. The satisfying slough of clothes hitting the floor heightens my senses, electrifying my nerve-endings. I stand behind her, my cock so hard its painful. I inch closer, parting her ass cheeks with my thick head and running myself through her slippery folds. With her in this position, it would be so easy to take what’s mine.
But she has to understand first. What it means to truly be mine .
“Are you ready, principessa ?” My voice is nothing more than a serrated snarl.