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“Nah, I’m going to keep you out of the water for the rest of the day,” he chuckles. “But you’re still getting a spanking after dinner.”
I have nothing to say in my defense. I acted like a brat, and I knew there was a trip across his knee in my future, even before I fell into shark-infested waters.
But at least I had fun.
If I fall for him much more, my face is going to hit the ground, unless he’s there to catch me.
CHAPTER 22
Lea
Outside of nearly getting eaten by a shark, this has been an incredible day.
We enjoy a nice lunch. The water is very peaceful, and the mini-yacht barely budges. Massimo shares stories about his childhood summers in Italy. I talk about the summer I skinned my knee, because exciting things like summers in vineyards and regular days in Las Vegas don’t happen in Pine Grove.
Then we return to the suite, cool off, and get ready for dinner. I step out of my bedroom in my black dress. I’m wearing my grandmother’s earrings. The ones she wore when she visited Isola Selvaggia. I would never want to travel with them normally, but she insisted I wear them on a date. The first one didn’t feel right for the occasion, but this one does.
Massimo emerges from his bedroom in a black suit, and I’m certain his crimson-colored tie is more expensive than my dress… and my heels. Possibly even my grandmother’s cherished earrings. I get a good look at the pants I’ll be lying across latertonight, and a quiver makes my walls clench. I’ll definitely leave a stain on that shade of black.
“You okay,bambina?” Massimo asks, a grin moving the edges of his lips as he adjusts his sleeve. “Stomach isn’t bothering you again, is it?”
I could lie and say that’s the reason for the tremor and somewhat blank stare. It might save me from the worst of what is coming after dinner. But I can’t force myself to say it.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” I say, taking a deep breath and smiling. “Just ready for dinner.”
“Good,” he says, walking closer to me. “You look incredible by the way. I love those earrings. They look—vintage.”
“These old things?” I say sarcastically, looking away for a moment. “My grandmother wore them when she was here.”
“Will you carry on the family tradition?” he asks, brushing his hand along my neck and caressing the emerald—and my skin. “Give these to your daughter or granddaughter one day? Tell them to come here and let the island guide them on their…” He pauses and chuckles, “adventure?”
“Mmm,” I pretend to ponder. “No, are you crazy? This resort is owned by the Mafia. I almost died… twice! Three times, if you count… never mind.”
Massimo gives me a deadpan stare for a moment, then he starts laughing.Genuinelaughter. It almost sounds foreign. He doubles a bit, and his hand falls away from my face, grazing my arm on the way down and making me tingle.
“You know what, you’re right. Please don’t tell anyone to come to this fucking island,” Massimo nods, continuing to laugh. “Nobody you care about, at least. Come on, let’s go have dinner.”
Massimo seems to be in a good mood as we leave the penthouse suite and go to the elevators. He lets me caress and touch his hand on the way down. He doesn’t pull away when we reach the bottom and the doors open. Instead, our fingers interlock, and we hold hands on the way to the restaurant.
We share more stories over dinner and wine. I’m feeling it, but that might be a good thing since I’m going over his knee after we’re done. Toward the end of dinner, I notice some discomfort along my back and my bottom. I squirm a little and Massimo notices.
“Something wrong?” he asks.
“No, I guess I’m just still feeling some warmth from the sun,” I reply, squirming some more when I feel it again.
“That’s what happens when you spend about fifteen minutes lying on the deck of the boat without any sunscreen on your bare butt,” he says. “Very light sunburn. You’ll feel it a little, but you’ll feel it a lot more when you get your spanking later.”
My eyes get wide, and my throat gets dry. “Wait, you knew this would happen, didn’t you? That’s why you told me to… Massimo!”
“You should have listened when I told you to put your swimsuit back on,” he says, flashing me a stern look. “I didn’t spank your ass as soon as we got back to the boat because I decided to teach you a little lesson about being disobedient.”
“That’s not fair,” I whine, realizing how childish it sounds as soon as I say it. “It’s going to hurt a lot more!”
“I know it is,” he smirks. “That’s the point. Now come, let’s go back to the suite.”
I wince a little as I get up. It’s the lightest sunburn I can ever recall having, but that doesn’t make me feel any better considering what is coming. I guess I’m going to find out what happens tobadgirls this time. This doesn’t sound like a playful spanking, and if it’s like the first one, on top of a sunburn… Thinking about it makes me shudder.
“Massimo, please,” I whimper as he takes my hand outside the restaurant. “It was mostly teasing. Come on, I… It was harmless, except when I fell in, but that was an accident!”
