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Every time I shift even slightly, I feel him throb beneath me.

My skin burns everywhere—from the spanking, from his touch, from the humiliation of being exposed like this across his lap.

“Promise me you’ll remember to conduct yourself properly as Mrs. Dante Ricci in all social situations.”

“I promise, Dante. I promise.” My stomach drops and twists as I again catch that now-familiar aroma of rum filling the air.

I glance up just in time to see him lifting something from the desk. My skin goes cold despite the heat of his body beneath me.

“No, Dante! No!” I scream, my voice breaking.

In slow motion, I imagine the muscles in his forearm flexing as he heaves something in a downward arc toward me.

“No!”

CHAPTER 29

DANTE

My new bride lies across my lap, her curves silhouetted against the aged mahogany of my ancestor’s desk behind her.

The vision sends electricity through my veins.

For such a tiny girl, she has the most perfect ass I’ve ever seen.

And it will feel even better to mark that ass with the block of wood from the old man’s rum barrel.

I never met him, but I’ve heard rumors about all the gun molls he initiated on this very desk.

There’s a lot to be said for tradition.

I turn my attention back to Gina’s plump ass, red and smarting and ready to be inaugurated. She’s mine. All mine.

I raise Salvatore’s block of wood.

Whack!

It comes down heavy on her juicy rounded ass, but not as heavily as I initially intended.

At the last second, I used all my restraint to soften the blow.

But still, she shrieks.

I can’t tell if she’s shocked or it actually hurts.

My stomach knots. I hate seeing her in pain, but there’s no other way.

I grip the rough-edged block tighter, feeling splinters dig into my palm as I lift it, positioning it again above that perfect round curve of her ass.

“Who do you belong to?” I growl.

“I belong to you, Dante. Only you.” Then she sobs. I’ve gone too far. I put down the wood.

Then I rub away the bright red blotches on her otherwise creamy white ass, feeling the heat radiating from her skin. Her skin feels like silk beneath my rough hands. I squeeze the firm flesh.

Then I turn her around and guide her to straddle my lap, so her naked pussy presses directly against my hard cock.

Only the fabric of my pants separates us.