If he wants to take over the Romano family, he’ll have to take its princess in hand.
Angelina’s father spent years preparing her to one day lead the powerful Romano mafia family, but after his death the head of a rival clan makes a move on her organization… and on her.
With smoldering dark eyes and a muscled physique no suit can hide, Carmine Caruso doesn’t plan to eliminate Angelina. He wants the gorgeous, red-headed princess for himself, and he’ll have to bare her bottom and spank her soundly to show her who’s boss.
Despite her best efforts to deny her feelings for the handsome don, Angelina soon finds herself begging him to claim her hard and thoroughly. Yet even after he has ravaged and disciplined her, she remains determined to keep her independence and her family.
But an unknown enemy emerges in a series of villainous acts against them both. Can Carmine persuade the defiant beauty to finally join forces?
Author: Maggie Carpenter
eBook Price: Kindle Unlimited/$4.95
Length: 81,000 words
He landed half a dozen more, but slowly, letting her squirm and yelp between each swat, then repeated the discipline on her left cheek. Finally dropping the paddle, he sat on the bed and rubbed her scorched skin until she began to relax.
“How do you feel, Angie?”
“Your ass stings?”
“It’s about to sting some more,” he warned, rising to his feet and stripping off. “Remember, head in the pillow.”
As she let out a woeful moan, he climbed over her thighs, pushed her legs apart, grabbed her hips, and pulled her into his pelvis.
“What are you going to do if you find information that points to the culprit?” he asked solemnly, caressing her crimson backside.
“Contact you, Sir,” she replied hastily.
“Correct,” he said sternly, landing a barrage of slaps, rapidly moving his palm from side to side, “and if you don’t, you’ll be very sorry.”
“I won’t do anything, I swear,” she panted. “Please, Sir, my ass is so sore.”
“If you act like a spoiled brat or pull any more of your stunts, you can expect more of the same,” he assured her, pinching her hot skin, then sliding his fingers into her glistening pussy, he vigorously rubbed her clit.
She let out a bleating cry, then whimpered and moaned as her arousal began to build. When her gasps and groans suggested she was nearing a climax, he paused, then started up again, continuing the tantalizing torture until she was pleading for her orgasm.
“Only if you surrender,” he muttered, picking up the small container of lube and greasing a dildo.
“I do, I do,” she mewled, lewdly wriggling her backside.
He grinned. Her salacious display could not have been more perfect.
“Are those just words?” he asked, pulling aside a punished cheek and pressing the dildo against her back hole. As she let out a shocked cry and jerked away, he leaned over her and pressed his mouth against her ear. “You have to trust me, Angie, surrender and trust me.”
“I want to,” she mumbled breathlessly. “I just don’t know if I can.”
“It’s either that, or everything stops. I won’t throw you to the wolves, but this relationship comes to an end. Is that what you want?”
“No, I want you, I want it all.”
“Then give yourself up to me. Not tomorrow, not tonight, not in five minutes—now.”
Swiftly straightening up, he pulled her cheek aside and pressed the phallus against her tight, puckered entrance. Though she dropped her head in the pillow and let out a wail, the unwanted intruder slid forward.
“Good girl,” he murmured. “Put your fingers against your pussy and pleasure yourself.”