Rough Redemption Mafia Romance Books 1-4

9. Savanna

9

SAVANNA

His huge hand came down again, right, then left, then right, then left. My hips wriggled and I could feel his erection growing under me.

I stopped wiggling and started counting.

“Chain of command.” He snapped.

Whack! Whack! Whack!

“I say it, you do it! End of chain. Are we clear?” he asked.

Five more solid s****s with me draped over his knees.

“Yipes! That hurts!” I insisted, aware of every single aspect of his being. The thin cotton fabric of his button-up shirt brushing against my flank, the huffs of air which puffed from his mouth when he lit into me. Such treatment should offend an independent woman.

But my n*****s were rigid, and my p***y’s wet heat gave away my arousal every time his powerful hand connected with vulnerable, exposed flesh.

Was my skin rosy and inflamed? Could he see more than just an a*s? Did he see my s*x, and was that why his c**k was getting harder beneath my belly?

Was this what he needed to get off? Whatever it took to make the pain end. “I’m sorry! Please forgive me, Dante. I won’t do it again.” I begged.

“Won’t do what again? Confess your crimes,” he snarled.

“I’m sorry I didn’t agree to stay with you right away and that I argued with you.”

Pleading guilty made my chest immediately lighter, so I continued, “And I’m sorry for not accepting my punishment, my s******g, like a good girl.”

I felt his entire body stiffen against me and he asked in a halting voice, “Did you learn your lesson?”

“Yes, Dante,” I whispered.

“What do you call me?” he asked.

“Yes, Sir.”

The word “Sir” came out like a benediction with the same cleansing power of prayer, so I pronounced it again, “Thank you, Sir for s******g me and teaching me a lesson.”

“You haven’t thanked me properly yet, but you will. Let’s get you ready for my c**k,” Dante lay into me with the powerful strength of his arms, and while it hurt for an instant, the blows weren’t hard enough to cause a pain that lingered.

He waited long enough between slaps so that I could say, “Thank you, Sir.”

His hand suddenly turned gentle, rubbing out the sting, and lingering to stroke the interior of my thigh, teasing, never touching the place that clenched and throbbed to be touched by him.

It was the most delicious t*****e I’d ever experienced.

It left me panting.

Pumping my hips in the air as a hint, shameless and unable to stop myself, moaning aloud at every blow before expressing my gratitude and reverence for him.

His spankings were a relief, driving the desperate need building between my legs away, if only for an instant.

“Please, Sir. Please help me,” I pleaded.

“What is it, baby?” His gravelly voice stroked me like a caress in all the right places, and I had to place my fingers on my n*****s, twisting them under my sweatshirt, desperate for some kind of relief.

Big mistake.

“You are not to touch yourself without my permission. I’m sorry, but you brought this on yourself,” he warned.

The metal jingle was unmistakable. He was undoing his belt buckle and the slick slide of leather through belt loops came next.

Struggling, kicking my legs and doing my best to escape his hold, he simply laid a forearm across the small of my back, making escape impossible.

“I’ll bet if I shoved my fingers between your legs, I’d find you dripping wet. Wouldn’t I?”

I gasped and tried to wriggle free. “Hold still. This will only hurt for a moment.” He wrapped his enormous fingers over my mouth, a silencing cage, and being muted and denied pleasure built a terrifying excitement.

The belt was cruel, lashing into me. If Dante’s hand wasn’t over my mouth, my screams would have split the air. I howled into that hand, struggling to get away from the pain and pounding my clenched fists against his legs.

Losing control, total surrender, was deliciously new to me.

Suddenly, it was over, and I released a huge breath and cautiously rubbed my palms against my eyes where tears had welled up.

Dante massaged my a*s until the sting disappeared and pulled me gently to my feet. My panties and sweats were wadded at my ankles.

He pressed his fingers between my legs, and I felt the slick wetness as he slid his fingers across my skin. He raised them to his mouth and tasted me.

Oh no. Not that again.

The blood throbbing in my veins was impossible to ignore and the steady pounding in my chest demanded d**k. Having his mouth on me was mind blowing, but I couldn’t ignore the deep, pulsing desire to have him inside me.

“Naughty, naughty girl,” he chastised, but it sounded like a compliment. “So wet from your spanking.”

He yanked me to him, and I felt his hardness press against me. I needed to take him into my mouth and taste him.

He caught me by the waist and carried me to bed and I looked up at his pronounced, kissable mouth, thick, dark eyebrows, and the shadow of a beard that dusted his cheeks and chin. Before I knew what was happening, he threw me onto the mattress and was atop me in an instant.

He looked down at me and said, “Help me.”

Dragging my hand to his impressive hard on, I freed his c**k from his pants and shoved them downward so he could kick them off his feet.

He made quick work of getting me n***d, pressing his heavy erection against my needy opening.

I thrust my hips up to meet him and he spread my thighs wide open, shoving them to my shoulders.

“You’re more than ready for me, little one. I’m going to f**k you until you beg for mercy.”

Dante shoved himself inside, and his c**k fit me so perfectly, I couldn’t breathe.

He held himself over me, looking down with wide eyes, his breath dragging raggedly through his chest. “Cazo. It’s too much, Savanna. The way your p***y tightens around me.”

He didn’t move and I couldn’t wait anymore, so I corkscrewed my hips around him, thrusting upwards at the space he left between his body and mine.

I was an animal.

My turn to punish him by driving him crazy.

“Oh, that’s what I like. That is so hot. Shove that little p***y onto my dick.” He leaned down for a kiss and tasted me deeply with his tongue.

“I expected it to be good, but this p***y is magic,” he said.

Slowly, he leaned down to take my aching n****e into his savage mouth, laving at the end of my tit with his tongue so I arched my back, shoving my breast at him.

“You’re going to make me come like that, Dante, if you don’t stop.”

Shit. He stopped.

His glare snapped me out of my savage l**t for just a moment. “What’s wrong with that?” he asks.

I shrugged my shoulders.

“You can come as many times as you like when we’re making love. You have my permission.” He sucked and pulled at my n****e again, and I took his thick silky hair and worried it between my fingers like I used to do with my childhood blanky.

The pleasure built, and he snapped his hips at me. “Oh God. The way your t**s bounce when I f**k you hard like this. I’m going to drill this p***y into the f*****g mattress.”

He closed his eyes and arched his neck back, gritting his teeth and fisting two handfuls of my hair on either side of my head.

If this was the reward for taking my punishment, he could s***k me all day long.

“That’s what my good girl needed, isn’t it? She needed some good hard f*****g with her master’s big d**k, didn’t she? And this p***y is exactly what I knew it would be—so wet, so tight, fuck.”

His dirty talk and thrusting d**k made me clamp down around him. He clasped my hips, pulling me hard into his final thrust, and we climaxed together.

He held me until our breathing slowed and the aftershocks no longer trembled through our bodies. He fell back on the bed and his hot seed coated my belly as he pulled free. I smeared it into my skin like enchanted ointment.

Laying on my side, looking into his eyes, no matter how I tried, there was no way I could convince myself that what we had just done was straight forward f*****g.

His next words beat me to the punch. “It’s so good making love to you, baby.”

Sure, he’d keep my homicidal secret in exchange for me pretending to be engaged to him.

No one said anything about “making love” being a part of that contract. But if that were the case, why did I so badly want to believe Dante meant what he said?

My flawed judgement got me into deep trouble with Mathew.

Now, here I was, in bed with a guy, his family definitely mobbed up, who’d just punished my a*s and f****d me stupid, and I’d never felt better cared for in my life.

Yep. I was definitely one sick puppy, but at least I’d been adopted by an owner just as deviant and depraved as me.