Page 28 of Mafia Savior


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“I’m so fucking right.” I slip a finger under her chin, tilting her face up. “Aren’t I?”

She gives a little shrug. “Maybe. Maybe not.”

Sassy. Cute. But damn…

She’s making my palm itch. “Step one foot outside of this house without my permission and we’ll find out, won’t we?”

“I guess we’ll see.” She sets her chin, tossing me a defiant look. “Depending on what I decide to do.”

There’s sassy and then there’s that line. The line that a woman steps over just to see what you’ll do. She just stepped over that line.

“But what will I decide to do?” I slide my finger down her neck, lower, lower, till it’s teasing the thin fabric of her tee between her breasts. “That’s the question.”

She gives a little shiver, her breaths coming faster. Her pouty lower lip drops as her mouth opens, her eyes going glassy. If I had to bet, I’d put every dollar I have on the fact that her pussy is dripping wet right now, dampening her panties. If she’s even wearing any.

I’ll know soon. Because those sexy gray sweats are about to come down. My cock stirs at the thought of those cotton pants around her ankles, her sweet curves bare and exposed to me for the first time—

Wait…

Is she… getting ready to run?

I lift my attention from the waistband of her sweats that has me so entranced to study her face. She’s biting her lip, casually glancing over her shoulder at the doorway of the bedroom. My guess? She’s gauging the distance, deciding if she can outrun me.

I assure you, she can’t.

I take a sec to decide if I want to call her out, tell her I know what she’s doing before she does it, or just let it happen.

Oh, looky there… I’m out of time.

She’s turning around, taking off for the doorway.

Hell. No.

I don’t even let her pass through the doorframe. She needs to know how little control she has when she’s with me. A streak of pain runs through my hurt shoulder as I grab her around her waist, pulling her back into me. Her ass cheeks press against my cock as she gives a little squeal.

“Oomph!” Her hands fly to my wrists, tugging at them in a feeble attempt to drag my arms from her waist. “Let me go!”

But I’m already grabbing the waistband of her pants, dragging them down over her hips. It’s my lucky day. She wears soft white panties under her sweats. Two layers for me to get to peel back, slowly revealing her beautiful body to me for the first time.

She shrieks, clawing at my arms. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“Exactly what I told you I would. I’m not a man who makes idle threats.”

She gives a little gasp of shock. “You really think you’re going to… spank me?”

“I don’t think I will.”

“Oh… good.” A sigh of relief escapes her lips.

“I know I will.” I dip my hand over the smoothness of her cotton panties, cupping her curve in my hand. I give her ass a hard squeeze. “You run from me, little girl? You get your ass spanked.”

Her body goes tense against mine. Her muscles tighten. She’s getting ready to try and run again. “Wait.”

“No.” I wrap her torso in my vise-like grip, lifting her up. Her bare feet dangle over the floor as I carry her to the bed.

“Now tell me I have your permission to punish you.”

Chapter Eleven

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