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I sat up, my defiance flaring again. “I’m an adult, Vincenzo. I can make my own decisions. You’re not my dad.”
He crossed the room in two strides, standing over me as I sat up to face him, his eyes burning with intensity, but he didn’t respond. Instead, he just stared at me like he was trying to figure out what to say next.
“You’re right. You are an adult and I’m going to treat you like one,” he said, his intentions dark from his tone.
I looked away, the alcohol making my emotions swing wildly.
“Why do you even care?” I pouted.
Vincenzo knelt in front of me, his hands on my knees, forcing me to look at him. “Because you’re mine, Jenna. And that means I care more than you can imagine.”
I felt a lump form in my throat. The alcohol was wearing off and I was beginning to sober up, but that didn’t stop the words from falling out of me.
“What are we, Vincenzo?”
He cupped my face in his hands, his touch gentle despite the anger in his eyes. “You’re more than just my girlfriend, Jenna. Make no mistake, you belong to me. You’re my girl, and that’s final.”
I searched his eyes, looking for the truth in his words. Despite my confusion and anger, there was a part of me that believed him, that wanted to be his.
“Now,” he said softly, his thumb brushing over my cheek. “You were told to wait for me with your bottom bare, weren’t you?”
“Yes, sir,” I said, dropping my gaze to the floor.
He stood up, and I could feel his eyes on me, assessing my emotions. I heard him take a deep breath, then release it slowly and my stomach tied up in a thousand knots.
“Since you couldn’t be a good girl and do as you were told, I’m going to deal with you like a bad girl. Strip,” he demanded.
When I didn’t obey right away, he cleared his throat and I swallowed, the heat rising to my cheeks.
I couldn’t believe he was doing this.
I couldn’t believe I was still so turned on either.
I don’t know how I managed to obey him. Somehow, my hands moved of their own accord, unbuttoning my jeans and shimmying them down over my hips. Slowly, I stepped out of them and tossed them on the bed. I gave him a pleading look, but his expression hardened, and I quickly pulled my shirt over my head. I threw it on top of my jeans and stood awkwardly in my bra and panties.
“Can’t I just stay like this?” I tried.
Vincenzo slowly shook his head.
“I don’t want a spanking,” I whined.
“Don’t make this worse on yourself than it already is, baby girl,” he warned. “Now, strip or I’ll tear the rest of your clothes off for you myself.”
Reluctantly, I reached behind my back and unclasped my bra. I shrugged it off and then moved onto my panties. I gave him one last pleading look, but he wasn’t having it. With a long sigh, I pushed my panties down past my hips and stepped out of them.
Now, completely naked, I felt really unsure. With him fully clothed, this felt more real, more visceral. I was so exposed and so incredibly vulnerable. Vincenzo swept his gaze up and down my body, looking over my curves and I blushed hard.
I couldn’t deny the thrill I felt either.
Fuck. You’re so twisted, you filthy slut.
“Now, baby girl, the one thing you were supposed to do was stay out of trouble.”
“But it all turned out fine,” I argued, trying to dig myself out of the deep hole I had apparently already dug for myself.
He raised an eyebrow, and I fell silent.
Vincenzo reached down, grabbing my wrist, and pulling me toward him. His other hand slid between my legs, cupping my bare mound and I gasped, the warmth of his palm against my soft folds making me moan.
