If he is going to keep her, he will have to tame her.
The last thing Nick Vincelli would have expected to stumble upon during a walk on the beach is a terrified young woman on the run, but he’s not the kind of man who ignores a lady in trouble… even when she turns out to be a headstrong mafia princess in need of a sound spanking.
Though he renounced his birthright as heir to a powerful mob family and left that life behind long ago, when Bianca Albertini falls into his arms Nick cannot deny his desire to protect her.
And to claim her for himself…
Author: Maggie Carpenter
eBook Price: Kindle Unlimited/$4.95
Length: 60,200 words
“Place your elbows on the counter and stick your ass out.”
“Excuse me?” Bianca muttered, a sudden flurry of butterflies bursting to life in her stomach.
“You heard me. Do as you’re told.”
But as he reached into a container of utensils on the stove and pulled out a wooden spoon, like a deer in the headlights, she couldn’t move.
“Bianca, you don’t want me to ask a third time.”
His warning broke the spell, and she quickly shifted into position.
“What’s this about?” she asked nervously, staring at him over her shoulder as he deftly unzipped her jeans and yanked them down her legs.
“I told you specifically not to speak when Roland came into the living room, but what did you do, Bianca?” he continued, jerking down her panties to completely bare her backside.
A sharp, stinging swat from the solid spoon cut her off.
“I didn’t ask what you thought,” he said tersely as she yelped. “I asked what you did.”
“I guess I spoke,” she replied breathlessly, shocked by the unexpected turn of events and the spoon’s hot sting.
“You guess?” he barked, delivering two more smacks on each cheek, causing her to throw her hands behind her.
“I just thought speaking in that southern accent would—”
“Hey, it was clever,” he said, interrupting her, “and while I’m good at keeping a poker face, I don’t like surprises, especially in circumstances like that,” he finished, landing several swats in quick succession to underscore his point. “I’m sure you’ll have more great ideas, but if you don’t have a chance to talk to me about them first, you have to hold back. Do we understand each other?”
“Yes, yes, I understand,” she bleated hastily.
“I’m going to make sure of it,” he said sternly. “Lock your fingers together and keep them in front of you.”
Letting out a heavy breath, she followed his order, but looked back at him with a woeful expression.
“That look won’t help your cause. I made it very clear you were to follow my instructions, but you chose to ignore them. This is a dangerous situation, Bianca. There can only be one person calling the shots. Who is that?”
“Answer the question,” he commanded, landing two more on her sit spot, eliciting a loud squeal.
“You, Nick,” she exclaimed.
“Sir,” he commanded, swatting her again.
“You, Sir,” she shouted. “Please, it really hurts.”
“It’s supposed to hurt, and I’m not finished with you yet.”