Page 27 of Pregnant By the Mafia Boss

“You’re safe here in this house. You can’t leave for a while, but you can have a credit card of your own. Spend what you like as long as it’s delivered here. Got it?”

“So you’re buying my peace and quiet?”

“I know what this is really about. You’re pissed because you’re happy to be married to me.”

“You’re insane if you think that’s true.”

He grabs me again, marching along the corridor and into the first room he comes to. It’s a library full of leatherbound volumes.

“What are you doing?” I ask as he lowers himself into an armchair, pulling me into his lap. “Get off me.”

“Last chance to tell me the truth. Tell me you’re glad we’re married. Glad to be protected.”

“You are out of your mind. Now let me go.”

“You think I’m a violent brute who doesn’t ever listen to reason. What makes you think I’d do as you say?”

My heart pounds as he yanks up the back of my dress. Is he about to do the thing I’ve dreamed about so many late nights?

The thing I never thought I’d ever experience?

“I warned you,” he snarls. “Behave, or you get spanked, I said. You act like a petulant brat, this is how you get treated, you bad, bad, girl.”

10

Salvatore

I’m revealing a part of myself I never let anyone know about before.

Sure, I’ve wanted to do this to her since that first night we had together. But I resisted.

I’ve always resisted. Too afraid of causing damage I can’t come back from.

Not anymore.

I whip her panties down her legs, raising my hand high in the air.

“You will behave,” I say, bringing it down to spank her ass as she gasps at the sting spreading through her. I’m hard in an instant.

It’s not just the reddening of her ass, it’s the way she’s squirming in my lap, revealing flashes of her pussy that make me want her more than ever.

She’s like a drug.

My addiction.

My obsession.

Antonio has just told me our problems have got a lot bigger. I should be handling the family business, cracking skulls, killing our enemies.

Instead, I’m spanking my wife for the very first time. Hell, the cake hasn’t even been served yet.

The guests are all a few feet away, enjoying themselves.

Meanwhile, I’m in here, slapping my hand down on her ass again and again.

“Please, stop,” she says, wriggling in place but not trying to escape.

A smile forms on my lips. “I don’t think you want me to. Not really. I think you’re enjoying this too much. I think you’ve always wondered what it would be like to be spanked by a monster.

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