Page 10 of His to Break

Vinnie shakes her head. “Why would I run? I’m not afraid of you.”

“You should be.”

A surge of pride goes through me as she lifts her chin defiantly. Good girl. She isn’t backing down. As long as she realizes this sort of rebellion can only happen when we’re alone, we’ll get on fine.

“Really? Because it seems to me you’re all talk, Leo.”

Right, that does it. Vinnie lets out a startled shriek as I grab her arm. I spin her around and push her face down over the nearest available surface, which belongs to a mahogany drinks cabinet my decorator insisted I had to have. It seemed an unnecessary purchase since I don’t entertain, but now I can see its uses.

I bend to whisper in Vinnie’s ear.

“You’re just asking to feel my belt on your ass, aren’t you, principessa?”

She doesn’t deny it. In fact, the little vixen’s lips quirk up at the sides. Fuck! How is she so perfect for me? I drag her skirt up around her waist. The breath catches at the back of my throat as her perfectly rounded and completely naked bottom is revealed.

“Where the fuck are your panties?” I release my hold on her.

Vinnie stands and whirls around to face me. She smooths her skirt down and I’m relieved to see it reaches almost to her knee. My fleeting concern that Nico or Judge Stevens might have glimpsed her bare pussy dissipates. She was completely covered the whole time they were here. That’s good. It means I don’t have to gouge anyone’s eyes out tonight.

“I don’t have panties,” Vinnie tells me. “John gave me some pajamas to wear, but nothing else.”

Shit. That’s my fault. I didn’t give much thought to her clothing situation. When I instructed John to buy her a few things to make her comfortable, I expected him to provide her with a basic wardrobe, underwear included. I guess I should have made him a list. Dressing women isn’t in his job description, after all.

“You can go shopping in the morning.”

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” I reply in the same ridiculously civil tone. “Now, get back in position.”

Interested to see what she’ll do, I give her no further direction. To my surprise, she not only resumes her pose, bent over the furniture with her legs spread, she gives her butt a sassy wiggle. With any other woman I’d want to thrash the insolence right out of her, but coming from Vinnie, it amuses me.

“Hold the position or I’ll whip you twice as hard,” I warn her as I unbuckle my belt and remove the black leather strap. “Got it?”

“Yes, Leo.”

The way she lets my name slide over her tongue is incredibly seductive. This woman is a mystery to me. When we exchanged our vows, she seemed so scared. Now she’s exuding sex kitten confidence.

“This won’t be a harsh spanking,” I tell her as I fold the belt in two and snap the ends together, enjoying the way her shoulders lift as she’s startled by the sound. “But understand, I won’t hesitate to punish you severely if you step out of line in the future.”

Her brow furrows, a sign she’s taking me more seriously now. “Yes, Leo.”

I don’t give her any warning before I draw my arm back and bring the thick strip of leather down across the fleshiest part of her ass.

“Oh!” Vinnie’s gasp conveys surprise rather than pain.

Though I didn’t hit her particularly hard, I would have expected more of a reaction. “Have you been spanked before?”

“Not by a man.” She glances over her shoulder at me. “Not like this.”

I’m glad to hear it. This woman is bringing out my territorial side. I hate the thought of any other man touching her. I’m not thrilled by the prospect of some woman disciplining her either, but that’s a conversation for another time.

“Tell me if it gets too much for you and I’ll stop.”

Vinnie raises an eyebrow. If I’m honest, my words surprised me as much as they did her. I’m not normally so considerate. But, of course, the women I’ve thrashed before haven’t been my wife.

Irritated that I’m already viewing her as a woman I should protect and nurture rather than fuck and forget, I snap, “Eyes front.”

Once again, Vinnie obeys without hesitation. She turns to the front, and I lay another stripe across her buttocks. My beautiful bride gasps but doesn’t react otherwise. The pale, creamy flesh of her bottom is already turning a pretty shade of pink, but I want it to be crimson when I shove my cock into her.

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