Page 38 of Savage Proposal

I wasn’t stupid. I knew exactly what Isabella was doing. But knowing that she wastryingto piss me off didn’t keep the anger from filling me up. “If you want to go,I’lltake you,” I practically growled out.

Again, Isabella didn’t even spare me a glance. Gia’s fingers, which hadn’t stopped petting at my arm, suddenly dug in. “Can I go too, Lorenzo? I would love to see your brother’s parish.”

I shook her off. “No one is going anywhere.”

That drew Isabella’s hot, honey gaze. “Why do you care?” she demanded. “You seem pretty occupied.”

“He is.” Gia’s voice was sharp. The possessive tone grated on my already frayed nerves.

“Amalia.”

“Sir?”

“Show our guest to her room. Now.”

Gia pouted out her bottom lip in a way that I was sure she thought was attractive. “But I?—”

Damian jumped out of his chair. “Come on,cugina,” he said. “I’ll come with you. We can show you around.”

She wasn’t happy, of course, but Gia didn’t protest as Damian and Amalia tugged her out of the room. Elio floundered for a second, and then he turned and fled back into the kitchen, leaving the doors of the butler’s pantry swinging after him.

I stood and stalked over to Isabella, who stood her ground, never taking her eyes off me. The closer I got, the deeper she frowned, and the harder my cock became. “You’re a?—”

“Brat?” she challenged, raising an eyebrow.

I nodded. “Yeah.” I walked her backward until she was wedged between me and the wall. “Something has to be done about your mouth.” I touched her lips with my thumb. “You think you can just walk into a room and scream like you did?”

Isabella’s tongue flicked out, sliding across her bottom lip and tasting where my finger had been. “Maybe you should,” she said. Her voice was husky and low. “Maybe I need a reminder of how Ishouldbehave.”

I could crash into her, take her like she was so obviously wanting me to, and we would both enjoy it. But a bigger part of me wanted to lean in to what she was teasing. Show her what I was truly capable of. “Can you handle that,dolcezza?”

For the first time, I saw her expression waver. She had no idea what she was practically begging me for. There was something delicious about that. “If you’re trying to scare me, save it,” she spat.

A low, dangerous sound escaped my throat. I gripped her chin and held her still while I took her lips with mine. I didn’t kiss her so much as I consumed her. I drank deeply from her mouth until she was whining and breathless. “I want to put you over my knee.” I let go of her chin so that I could reach around and grab her ass. She let out a pathetic little squeak that rippled all the way down my spine. “Let me?”

Isabella hesitated for a moment, and then, biting her lip, she nodded. I left her standing against the wall and went back to the table. I pulled out a chair and sat down and then beckoned her over. When she didn’t move, I patted my knee. She had to come to me now; she had to make that choice.

I watched her suck in a breath before she squared her shoulders and stepped toward me. She was trying her damnedest not to tremble, and I couldn’t help but feel proud. “Take off your jeans. Then, lay across my lap,dolcezza,” I said.

Her eyes dropped to my thighs. “And then what?” she asked.

“I’ll spank you.”

Isabella’s lips twisted into a frown. Her eyes were steady on the print of my cock in my jeans. “Seriously? That’s what you want?”

I didn’t say anything. I sat and watched her as she attempted to wrap her head around what I wanted from her. There was a chance that she wouldn’t like this, but I thought I had read her correctly. If not, I wouldn’t push…but I had a feeling.

Finally, Isabella gathered her courage again, and she pushed her jeans down her shapely hips. With brilliantly red cheeks, she laid herself across my lap in an awkward balance that made her squirm.

I touched the back of her thigh, felt her skin break out in gooseflesh, and smiled. I was so hard, but I was able to ignore how I throbbed behind my zipper, looking down at the creamy expanse of her legs and the scrap of silk that barely covered her. “We’ll keep this light for now,” I told her. “Five spanks for being rude tonight.”

“Five?” She squirmed. “Are you?—”

“I could make it ten.” The wiggling stopped, and I smiled savagely. “Stay still for me,” I said and brought my hand down on the meatiest part of her ass. It wasn’t a hard hit, but theslapof my palm echoed. Isabella was silent, but I could feel the ragged rise and fall of her chest against my thigh. “Keep going?”

She didn’t say anything, stubborn to a fault, but then finally, she murmured, “Yes.”

Thwack!I brought my hand down again, and this time, she let out a breathy gasp. Her hips bucked inward slightly. A third hit landed, harder this time, and Isabella whimpered, wriggling in my grip. “Be still,dolcezza,” I said. “Only two more now. You can take it, can’t you? You can be a good girl for me.”

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