Welcome to Saturday Spankings, this week a few from HARD LESSONS, a steamy mafia romance packed full of suspense and spankings!
In his world, disloyalty is punished.
When Serena Ricci fell in love with a mafia bad boy, she knew what she was getting herself into. A man like Luca Morretti expects loyalty, but when she took a risk and it ended with the cops busting in, she let him take the fall. Now he's out of prison, and it's time for her to pay the price.
She will be stripped bare, punished thoroughly, and used in the most shameful ways imaginable. First she will beg for mercy and forgiveness, but before he is finished she will beg for more.
Luca stared down at Serena—wet, mud-caked, and flushed from her climax, she was more beautiful than he even remembered. His cock was still rigid despite just coming spectacularly and so hard.
She was panting, her hair sloppy with mud, her cheeks wet and lips swollen from their kisses.
“Apologize,” he said, cupping her chin.
Annoyance surged within him. “For running away while I was in the shower, what the hell do you think?”
“No, I won’t apologize. You’re holding me against my will. Luca. What do you expect me to do?” She was as breathless as he was.
For the first time Luca noticed the rain beating down on his bare back. It was sharp and cold, perhaps it was hail now. “I expect you to do as I tell you.” He gripped her chin. “You’re mine.”
“So you keep saying.”
“Ten seconds ago you seemed pretty damn happy to be mine.” Her cries of delight still rang in his ears.
She glared up at him, her mouth a tight, stubborn line.
“Apologize,” he ground out.
He gritted his teeth. “I’ll have the word sorry from your lips if it’s the last fucking thing I do today.”
He withdrew, his flesh hot despite the stormy wet weather. In a second he was on his feet, the sloppy ground squelching beneath his bare feet. He tucked himself away then reached for her.
“I don’t need your help.” She was wriggling into her jeans.
“Tough. You’ve got it.” He dragged her up, but didn’t let her stay on her feet. He swung her into his arms and held her against his chest.
“Oh!” She looped her arms around his neck. “I can walk.”
“No. This way I know where you are.” Her soaking sweater squashed against his chest. “You’re slippery in more ways than one.”
She scowled. Rain was running down her cheeks like tears. “My bag.” She nodded over his left shoulder. “I need my bag.”
“Why? What’s in it?”
She hesitated, then. “Girl stuff, Luca. You really want me to spell it out?”
He grunted then marched to the bag. Holding her close, he stooped and picked it up from a patch of grass. “Here.” He shoved it onto her belly.
She clutched it tight and seemed to sag against him.
Luca tutted, then set off in the direction of the cottage. It hadn’t seemed so far when he’d been running. But now it was a small square seemingly miles away.
Damn it, the woman had managed to put some distance between them. How could he ever trust her again?
The thought that he wouldn’t be able to was like swallowing nails. It hurt then lay heavy in his belly. If he’d been told a year ago that she’d treat him like this, that she’d try to leave him, he’d never have believed it.
But here they were.
In this damn awful situation.
And the only thing he could do about it was try to fuck and spank this nonsense out of her.