Taken_ A Dark Mafia Romance - Piper Stone Page 0,29

caresses of his fingers, a dangerous combination. He was also hard as a rock, his cock throbbing as it pushed into me.

“Fine.”

I took gasping breaths, clenching my fists as he brushed his fingers across my aching bottom, the heat increasing. What was worse the embarrassment of being punished in front of so many was the scent of my pussy wafting between us. I was aroused just like before. What the hell was wrong with me? I couldn’t honestly buy into the concept I’d follow rules, playing the dutiful wife no matter what he asked.

He brought the strap down several times, one coming after the other. The pain was breath-stealing and try as I may, I couldn’t maintain a position. With every wiggle I could feel juice trickling down my legs, likely staining his expensive trousers. At least the thought gave me a smile. He deserved to experience the same kind of humiliation.

I concentrated on my breathing as the spanking continued, confused at my body’s reaction, the complete betrayal of my system. Nothing seemed real, as if I’d stepped into another world. The memories continued to pour in, forcing me to realize that a part of me had known this would occur. I hadn’t been given orders to come home, I’d merely agreed. I could have declined, citing my workload.

They would have sent someone to drag you back.

A moan left my lips at the ugliness of my thoughts, my arm involuntarily pitching backwards. As Matteo’s hand wrapped firmly around my wrist, holding me in place, a single tear slipped from my right eye. Nothing would ever be the same again.

My imagination took over, images of my wedding and the night of sinful passion that followed snaking into every crevice. And what I would become.

His possession.

His toy.

His... wife.

Over my dead body.

* * *

“Tell me what you want, Winter.” He gripped my chin between his thumb and forefingers, forcing me to gaze into his eyes.

“You. I want you.”

“Have you been a good girl, or do I need to punish you for your sins?”

“I’ve been very good, sir.” As he let go, backing away into the shadows, I felt a tremendous loss, the electricity broken. I reached out then realized my mistake, lowering my head when I heard his exaggerated sighs.

“I thought I’ve taught you better than that. Don’t I give you pleasure when you’ve behaved?”

I nodded, unable to look him in the eyes.

“I need to hear you, sweet girl. Don’t you remember how wet I made you last night? Don’t you remember how you wanted to do everything you could to please me?”

“Yes. Yes, sir.”

“Would you prefer the burn of my strap slicing across your backside?” he growled, the huskiness of his voice sliding up and down my naked skin.

“No, sir.”

“Then crawl to me, my beautiful Winter. Show me what a good little girl you are.”

I jerked up, taking a series of breaths, the vision remaining in the forefront of my mind. There was no way I would enter into marriage with a controlling, dominating freak. None. I buried my head in my pillows, loathing the ridiculous fantasy, even as my pussy ached from the thought of him alone.

“You need to get up.”

The words were harsh, especially coming from my mother. I opened my eyes, glaring at her as she tidied up my room, yanking the dress from the floor where I’d left it. I hadn’t been able to face anyone after the round of humiliation, bounding up to my room with a bottle of wine.

Then there had been tears, the last ones I would shed. I’d made a solid half dozen promises to myself while sulking in misery in the darkness. I’d also come to several conclusions. I would be forced to lose my family for the rest of my life if I ran away. I wasn’t entirely certain what I wanted any longer.

Not a contrived marriage in an organization that seemed closer to a mafia family than anything else. And not to a man who thought he already owned me. Nope. Not a chance.

“Come on, honey. You have things to do today. You’re going to be seeing that handsome fiancé of yours later today. I know you’ll want to look your best.”

Nothing that I’d said had mattered. Not a damn thing.

When she began to hum as she unpacked my clothes, carefully placing even my tee shirts on empty hangers, I couldn’t take it any longer.

“What the hell is wrong with you, Mother? What?” I threw back the covers, fisting my forehead