His Very Sneaky Mafia Princess: A Dark Mafia Suspense Romance by Maggie Carpenter – Extended Preview

Carmine had several reasons for wanting to redden Angelina’s ass, but there were two of paramount importance. The first, as he’d just told her, if she discovered incriminating evidence against someone in her family, she could decide to take matters into her own hands. The second, a hot spanking would calm her down.

While soothing words and comforting hugs had their place, a stinging backside would not only take her mind off her grief, it would evoke her erotic hunger, and he would ravage her into an explosive climax.

“Lie over this,” he ordered, lifting a pillow and placing it in the center of the bed.

“But why? I didn’t do anything!”

“This will be an ounce of prevention for the days ahead. Do as you’re told.”

Mumbling a protest he couldn’t quite decipher, she crawled into position, then stared at him over her shoulder.

“You’ll find any excuse,” she grunted as he smoothed his hand over her upturned posterior.

“I don’t need an excuse, but that’s beside the point. When you start your sneaky, underhanded, illegal thing, whatever it is, tell me about anything you find right away,” he instructed, delivering several hard slaps. “Is that understood?”

“Ouch, yes, Sir.”

“Even if you think the danger is immediate and you can’t reach me,” he continued, quickening the pace and moving his flattened palm from cheek to cheek, “you won’t take any action, understood?”

“Understood,” she shouted. “Ow, please stop, I won’t do anything, I promise. Fuck, you’ve got a hard hand.”

“Stop swearing,” he scolded, whisking his hand across her sit spot. “It doesn’t suit you, it never has.”

Seeing her fingers curl into fists, he paused, but only for a moment.

“Who’s in charge?” he demanded, landing a series of rapid fire swats on her right cheek.

“Oh, please, that really hurts.”

“Who’s in charge?” he asked again, repeating the volley on the left.

“You are, you are,” she squealed. “Please, Sir, I’ll listen, I will, I swear.”

Abruptly stopping and stretching out over her, he pressed his lips against her ear.

“Now I’m going to master you completely.” Slowly moving her head to the side, she darted her wide blue eyes up at him. “You’ve been aching for this,” he whispered, his breathy promise sending goosebumps across her skin, “but not just from anyone, you’ve been craving this from me, and when I’m done, I’ll own you. But you’ll finally be free. You know what I’m talking about, don’t you, princess?”

“Yes,” she muttered breathlessly. “I’ve wanted it for so long, and so fucking much.”

“How much?”

“Sorry, I wasn’t thinking.”

“Yes, you were. Now you’ll pay for that, and the white lie.”

“Oh, God, what’s wrong with me?”

“You needed to be sure,” he replied, straightening up and delivering several hard slaps on the back of her thighs, eliciting a high-pitched yelp. “Don’t move.”

As he climbed off the bed and strode into his closet, he shook his head. She’d cursed and fibbed to test him, and he wasn’t about to let her down. Fetching the small wooden box from beneath the sweaters, he retrieved the keys, carried them to the island dresser, and unlocked the bottom drawer. Eyeing the many wicked implements, his cock stirred and his imagination took hold. Quickly finding the items he needed, he left the keys on top of the dresser and returned to the bedroom. She was just as he’d left her, but her eyes were closed, enhancing the provocative sight. Placing the items on the bed, he clutched a fistful of tousled hair, yanked it back, and devoured her lips.

“Ask me to punish you,” he murmured, moving his kiss to her neck.

“P-please, Sir,” she stammered, “will you p-punish me?”

“Face in the pillow.”

As she buried her head, he picked up a black oval leather paddle, placed it on her right cheek, slid it back and forth, then lifted it up and slapped it back down. She’d barely let out a howl when he delivered several more in quick succession.

“Oh, Sir, oh, that really hurts.”

“It’s supposed to,” he said sternly. “Don’t doubt my resolve again.”

“I won’t, I won’t,” she whimpered, “and I’m sorry. I know I can be difficult sometimes.”

“Apology accepted, but I’m not done yet, princess.”

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?”

“Punished, Sir.”

“Your ass stings?”

“A lot.”

“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.”

As she moved her hand between her legs, her hips rose, and he began to stroke, slowly increasing the speed until her whimpering cries turned into excited gasps. Quickly smothering his cock with the slippery lubricant, he withdrew the phallus and glided inside her forbidden passage.