“You’ll never control me.” It was another prove-her-point moment. She managed to jerk free, able to issue a single kick to my stomach. Instead of doubling over, I caught her by the leg, twisting her around and keeping her from hurting me or herself while I dragged a chair from under the table.
When I sat down, she tumbled into my lap. I flipped her over, immediately pressing down on the small of her back.
“What?” Her cry was sharp, the shock and awe a slight win against the gorgeous Amazon.
She sputtered and kicked out, but when I jerked her dress above her bottom, she froze. I yanked it to her waist and the move fired her up once again. With her kicking and squirming, she almost managed to pitch herself off my lap.
That just wasn’t going to happen.
“Nice try, but you need lessons in playing fair and in respect.” The thong she wore matched her dress, which made my mouth water. I sensed it was damp and when I jerked it past her rounded hips, she acted incensed.
“Don’t think I won’t kill you.”
“You can try, but you won’t win. You likely already know what I’m capable of.” I kept her panties wrapped around her knees even though I wanted nothing more than to rip them off, saving them as a prize for later.
Her annoyed snort brought another smile to my face. What a handful. I could truly begin enjoying toying with her for several hours. Yet time was of the essence and I doubted she’d be a willing participant.
I didn’t hesitate to bring my hand down on her bottom several times. She remained shocked, moaning and flailing as my palm connected with her bottom. Within seconds, her skin was heated and being the bad man I was, the tingling in my fingers brought a smile to my face.
“You’re an asshole,” she gritted out, wiggling again and succeeding in dropping off my lap.
With precision, I hoisted her up, throwing one leg over both of hers. The friction created was enough to keep my cock hard. I’d missed sparring with a woman, usually spending limited time talking or bantering before fucking one. They never stayed the night and none had been brought to my house. That simply held no interest for me.
I could see myself changing my mind because of her spunk alone.
But first things first. I needed to find out why she was so hot and bothered.
And not in a way that was acceptable.
“Stop fighting me and accept,” I told her while Silvio looked on, rubbing his jaw. Poor Alonzo was whining like a child, but his shoulder had been dislocated before. He moved toward the wall, taking several gasping breaths before slamming his shoulder against the surface.
His face highlighted the sheer agony, which reminded me what she was capable of. I brought my hand down again, able to hear the crack of skin against skin over the loud music.
The mystery guest had obviously followed me here. That meant she’d been watching me for a longer period of time. And I hadn’t noticed. I was losing my touch.
“You need to stop,” she hissed, slapping my legs as she writhed.
I responded by smacking her bottom several additional times, ensuring she would feel the effects for hours if not a full day. She deserved to learn what happened when she crossed a very dangerous man. Hopefully the stern reminder would keep her out of harm’s way in the future. Somehow, I had a feeling it wouldn’t do any good, but by then, it wouldn’t be my problem.
As I continued the spanking, her breathing remained ragged, but at least she wasn’t fighting me as she’d done before. That didn’t mean she wouldn’t rear her pretty little head once again. The feel of having her in my arms this way was enthralling and a single whiff of her desire was almost enough to drive me to a sadistic place.
I could easily fuck her right here.
No one would care and even if they did, they knew better than to challenge me. No one did and lived.
Except this girl.
She lay limply across my lap as I smacked her bottom six more times. Even under the dim lighting, I could tell her bottom was a lovely shade of rose. Her skin was hot to the touch, enough so I felt the heat pulsing all the way down both arms.
With the deed done, I pulled my leg away and she immediately pushed off, tumbling to the floor. She crawled from my reach, venom remaining in her eyes. I allowed her to struggle to her feet as I stood.
Reaching down, I picked up the knife she was carrying, twisting it back and forth in the light. She’d chosen her weapon well, the dagger easily hidden while useful for quick, decisive strikes. The carved bone handle was unique, a reminder of something from my past that I couldn’t grasp. Hmmm… After a few seconds of failing to remember, I shoved it into my jacket and would add it to my collection.
I also didn’t want her to get her hands on the sharp blade again.
She took a few seconds to compose herself, at least much calmer than she’d been before. After taking several quick breaths, she spun around to face me, taking her time walking in my direction.
With her drink in my hand, I offered it to her. She stared at the liquid before deciding to take me up on the offer.
