Page 21 of Taboo Flames

She smirks as if she knows exactly what I’m thinking, and then she begins to walk toward me. Walk is the wrong word…she prowls toward me like a tigress on the hunt, her hips cocking out with every step.

Just when I think I’m surely going to lose, a beeping sound goes off, indicating that her time is up.

Her eyes drop down to the crotch of my pants, and she pokes out her bottom lip in a pretty pout.

“Are you done?” I growl.

“Yes, sir,” she says, then looks up at me coyly from under her lashes.

I can’t help myself anymore. My hands fly out and wrap around her neck, yanking her to me. Our mouths collide, mine hard and hungry, hers soft and pliant against mine.

She presses herself fully against me, feeling my hardness against her stomach. She tastes like temptation and euphoria and?—

All of a sudden, another beeping sound goes off, breaking my line of thought.

I pull away from her mouth and look at her in confusion. “What was that?”

“Oh, that,” she drawls with a grin. “That was my three minutes.”

She digs her phone out to show me the timer—three minutes on the dot.

“The previous one was my two-minute warning,” she explains as she presses her body against mine with a satisfied smile. “Is that your hard cock against me that I feel? You know what that means, right?”

“You tricked me,” I growl.

She scoffs. “Me? A naive, little thing tricked the big, bad, fearsome Giovanni Lombardi?” She gasps in mock shock, throwing my words back at me.

I grab her by the jaw and pull her toward me. “You’re such a brat, and you know what brats like you deserve?”

She swallows nervously, hesitation written all over her face. But it was too late for that now. She has pushed me to my limit. I’ve been doing my best to resist her, and at every point, all she has done is drag me into this crazy obsession with her.

I’m sick and tired of fighting it.

In one swift move, I spin her around until she’s between me and the car.

“What are you?—”

I don’t let her finish her sentence. Instead, I push her down until she’s bent over the hood of the car with her face pressed against the metal body.

“Now I’ll show you what happens to little girls who want to mess with the grown-ups.”

I grab her hands and hold both her wrists in one of mine at her back. I wait for her to protest, but she remains quiet. I wonder if I’ll be able to stop even if she did.

With my other hand, I push her dress up and over her peachy ass, revealing a pink thong. Then, I grab one ass cheek and knead it, and she lets out a moan and spreads her legs wide.

“Please,” she gasps breathily.

“Please what?” I mutter. “Bad girls don’t get to ask for anything. They take whatever they’re given and say thank you afterward.”

My hand flies up and lands hard on one ass cheek. She lets out a cry.

“W—what are you doing?”

“Count, princess. And for every number you miss, you’ll get one more.”

At that, my palm comes down on the other cheek, leaving a red handprint on it. She screams.

“One.”