After adjusting his cuffs, he says, “Thanks for the help.”
Realizing he’s told me all he’s going to, I blow out a breath.
As I brush past him, my cup forgotten, I try not to notice the goose bumps on my arms.
When I reach the open bedroom door, his voice stops me. “Shall I tell Chiara that you declined her offer?”
“No.” I scowl. “If I have to have a bodyguard, she’s as good as anyone.”
He flashes a bright smile. “I’ll be sure to share your enthusiasm for her being willing to put her life on the line for you.”
In frustration, I sigh. I have nothing against Chiara. And I don’t want her to know that I resent her shadowing me. “Don’t be an ass, Matteo.”
In three rapid strides, he’s across the room, and his fingers are biting into my shoulders.
He kicks the door shut, then rips open my belt and shoves the robe from my shoulders.
“Matteo!”
“You’re about to find out what happens to brats.”
As if I weigh nothing, he moves me across the room and forces my chest down on top of the mattress. Then with his foot, he kicks my ankles wide.
Gasping, I turn my head, trying to look at him.
His hand comes down on my left buttock, making me yelp.
Then he lands a second on the right side.
I kick wildly but he still continues, landing several at that tender spot where my upper thighs meet the bottom of my ass cheeks. Damn him. He’s not spanking me hard, the humiliation is too much. “Stop!”
He moves a hand in front of my face. “Open your mouth.”
If I refuse, will the bastard force me?
Not willing to take the chance, I do what he says.
“Suck it.” He places his finger on my tongue. “Get it wet.”
His voice is terrible. And damn it all, I am getting turned on.
Once his finger is wet, he pulls it out of my mouth and slides it into my damp slit.
“You like this.”
“No!” But my body betrays me.
He fingers me, circles my clit, makes me forget everything except the way I need him.
The spanking stops, and my surrender begins.
Silently begging for the orgasm that’s teasing me, I thrust back my pelvis.
In that instant, he stops and moves aside his hand.
“I think I’ve made my point.”
I’m throbbing, desperate for release.