Chapter 14
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Dante’s large hand remained flat and heavy on Letty's perfectly curved and full butt, his heat soaking through the fabric of her black pants. He felt the rapid flutter of her pulse beneath his palm, and the small, involuntary tremors running through her body.
Normally, when he administered discipline, the girls would over-exaggerate their pain or their pleasure, feigning breathless awe, thinking that was what he wanted to hear. The fakeness always turned him off, leaving him cold and detached.
But Letty was different. Her reaction wasn’t over-exaggerated; it wasn't forced. It was real. It was true. It was... pure.
He could feel the rapid, shallow breaths she took against his thigh. He knew she felt him, and he knew the stinging pleasure was genuine. With that raw, honest submission, Dante was truly aroused and turned on—more profoundly than he had been in years.
Without thinking, he deepened the intimacy. He gently rubbed his hand over her perfectly curved and full butt, then, with his other hand, traced the sensitive curve of her spine, pulling an audible whisper of a sound from her lips.
The sound she made was raw and involuntary. It made his blood run hot and rush straight to his d**k, slowly making him hard beneath her. He could feel her tremors increase, a small affirmation that she felt the hard, sudden reality of what she was doing to him.
Dante held the moment for one last, searing count before he shifted. He gently lifted Letty up until she was standing, forcing her to face him.
He could see the blush spread across her cheeks, the frantic pulse visible at the base of her throat, and the raw, electric pleasure still swirling in her dark, wide eyes. She wanted more but didn’t dare say it.
Dante chuckled, a deep, satisfied sound. He lifted his hand to her face, his thumb large and warm, gently tracing the soft curve of her bottom lip.
“Did you learn your lesson, little one?” he asked, his voice deep and rough with demand.
Letty couldn't speak. The overwhelming rush of pleasure, desire, and need had seized her throat. She simply nodded, her breathing uneven and ragged.
Dante leaned in close, his face inches from hers. His powerful, masculine scent—sweet tobacco, vanilla, and spice—filled her senses completely. He licked his own lips, his eyes heavy with amusement and lust.
“Don’t worry, my little one,” he whispered, the proprietary possessiveness in the word thick and absolute. “There will be more. I’ll make sure of it.”
He pulled back, his demeanor instantly returning to cool control.
“Let’s get you home.”
He straightened and opened the passenger door. Still dazed by the sudden, intense reality of what had just happened, Letty slowly slid into the seat. Dante settled into the driver’s side and pulled the powerful Shelby onto the road, leaving the discipline and the promise hanging heavy in the silent air.
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The black Shelby was parked, the silence of the massive compound replacing the engine's roar. Dante strode into the kitchen, his jaw tight, his massive body still thrumming with the high-voltage tension of the spanking. He felt fully aroused, yet profoundly unsettled.
Isabella was sitting at the massive granite island, nursing a glass of wine. She didn't look up from her phone, but her smirk was audible.
"You're home late, brother," she said, her voice dripping with amusement. She finally glanced at his rigid posture, then back at her phone, her eyes full of calculated mischief. "Did you f**k the new girl?"
Dante didn't flinch. He walked straight to the refrigerator, pulled out a cold beer, and with a sharp hiss, cracked it open. He chugged half of it in one go, the cold liquid doing little to quench the heat in his blood.
"No," he stated flatly, setting the bottle down with a clatter. "She's not ready."
Isabella slowly raised an eyebrow, a clear sign that her interest was piqued. She knew her twin. "Since when the f**k did you care if a girl was ready, Dante?"
Dante ignored her, sliding onto a stool at the island.
He took another drink, staring into the dark amber liquid. Honestly, he didn't know the answer. Normally, he just took what he wanted. But with Letty, it was different. He didn't want the easy conquest; he wanted the slow, precise surrender. But he couldn't tell his sister that.
He shrugged, adopting his usual mask of casual arrogance. "I don't want to ruin it yet. I enjoy watching her being shy. Adds to the suspense."
But he didn't sound convincing, and Isabella caught it.
She always did.
She rose slowly, circling the island with the predatory grace of a queen surveying her domain. "You're full of s**t, but whatever," she conceded with a dismissive wave of her hand. "Just don't ruin her completely before the cheerleading competition. She's a good flyer."
As she reached the doorway but before disappeared down the long hallway, her voice floated back, sharp and chilling.
"You might want to keep an eye on your 'girl,' though. Chloe got her sights narrowed down on her. She hates sharing."
Dante’s jaw tightened. He regretted the entire, messy saga of Chloe. She had been beautiful, sexy, and, initially, good in bed, but her obsession had quickly turned clingy and downright crazy. She'd start physical fights with other girls if she even suspected Dante had slept with them. Her chaos was exhausting.
And now, Letty. His sweet, good girl, untouched and pure, was in Chloe's crosshairs.
Dante drained the rest of his beer. He was the one who had staked the claim, but he was also the one who had painted the target. The thought of Chloe's violent, unhinged jealousy directed at Letty's fragile, timid nature sparked a powerful wave of protective fury. He had spent the last hour punishing Letty for her disobedience, but now he was responsible for shielding her from the genuine danger of his world.
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Letty was standing in a dimly lit room, the air thick with the scent of old paper and a hint of something musky and male. She was wearing an off-white, form-fitting silk dress that clung to her curves, her hair half-up, half-down, framing her face in soft waves. In her hand, she held a thick, leather-bound book.
Suddenly, big, strong hands glided around her waist, warm and possessive. A firm, masculine body pressed against her back, radiating heat. It was Dante, shirtless, his bare chest against her silk, his pants a soft rasp against her legs. He gently lowered his head, the tip of his nose gliding along her neck line, sending a shiver of pure, exquisite sensation down her spine.
He brought his mouth to her ear, his breath warm against her skin, and whispered in a low, gravelly voice that vibrated through her entire being, "Read to me, little one."
Letty’s breath shuttered, a soft sound of pure pleasure escaping her lips. She did as she was told, her hands trembling as she slowly cracked open the book. Her voice, soft and breathy, began to read the exotic words:
“...and he placed his strong hand around her waist, slowly and gently pushing her down to the bed, her body trembled to the touch of his formidable desire, a desperate ache blooming deep within her core. His eyes, dark as midnight, held hers captive, a silent promise of the exquisite torment to come…”
As Letty read, Dante gently pushed her upper body down onto the bed, her stomach and chest pressed against the luxurious fabrics. Her head was lifted, her neck arched, a pose of complete vulnerability and surrender.
His hands ran tracing the curves of her waist to her hips, a slow, deliberate exploration that mapped every inch of her form. Letty’s voice, a soft whisper, continued the story:
“…and he slowly lifted the hem of her dress, the silk caressing her skin, exposing her perfect, flawless figure to his hungry gaze, making his p***s harder with every passing second…”
Dante slowly slid his hands down, the silk dress crinkling and shifting as he cupped her hips, pressing himself firmly into her bottom. Letty felt the undeniable, hard reality of his erection against her.
The blood rushed to her core, a hot, liquid thrum of desire. She hesitated, biting her lip hard.
Dante leaned down, his breath ghosting over her skin. He gently brushed her hair to the side and kissed between her shoulder blades, a trail of fire that slowly made its way up to her neck, his lips grazing her sensitive skin.
Letty moaned softly, a strangled sound, trying desperately to concentrate on reading the story, but the words were blurring, her focus dissolving under the onslaught of sensation.
Dante reached up, his lips brushing her ear. His voice was a low, dangerous, seductive growl. "Keep reading… or I'll punish you."
His hands then slowly lifted the bottom of her dress, exposing her completely. Letty’s breath hitched, a choked gasp. She tried to continue reading, but the words blurred, lost in the overwhelming wave of heat.
Then, she felt it—Dante’s full length slide along the curve of her butt, the hard ridge of his p***s pressing, teasing, against her. Letty bit her lip harder, a whimper trying to escape. Just as she felt the exquisite, terrifying pressure of him about to enter her—
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
Her alarm clock blared, a brutal, jarring assault of sound that ripped her from the dream. Letty gasped, startling awake, her body trembling, drenched in a cold sweat, and aching with an unfulfilled, desperate need.
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