Captivated by the deadly mafia boss

Micah

Lena’s in the bathroom when I enter the bedroom. Looking around, I find little droplets of her influence. A laptop on the nightstand, a pair of slippers next to the bed. She wants the right side of the bed apparently. Her phone is charging on the dresser. The empty boxes are piled up in the sitting room that separates the bedroom from the small library. One of the things that drew me to this apartment was the master suite. If I moved my office to the library, I’d never have to leave the suite.

A textbook catches my eye. It’s sitting on the dresser, next to her phone.

Discovering Psychology.

After reading over the information I received, the textbook doesn’t surprise me. That she’s left it out does, however.

“What are you looking at?” Her voice carries across the room.

I snap the book closed and show her the face of it. “Some light reading before bed?” I ask, enjoying how the color runs from her cheeks and her eyes widen. She’s wearing a robe and her hair is tied up in a towel on top of her head. Her skin shines from whatever scrub she used, something with a heavy lilac scent from what I can tell. The makeup, what little she wears, has been washed away.

My cock wakes up to the sight of her purity. It’s not because she looks virginal-I have no use for a woman who needs her hand held in bed-it’s the natural beauty she possesses. The confidence rolling off of her as she stands in her robe, glaring at me from the bathroom door.

“It’s just a book.” She tries to sound casual, but her gaze fixates on the textbook in my hand.

“Try again,” I prompt.

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“That was a horrible lie, try again. Go on, I’ll give you another try. If you can come up with something convincing, I’ll let the lies go. But if you can’t do any better, then you’ll have to accept a consequence.” The memory of her bare ass draped over my knee pops into my mind, and my dick twitches against the zipper of my pants.

She worries on her bottom lip. It’s alluring to watch her mind working. Since I already know the truth, nothing she says will work.

After a long pause she sighs. “It’s just a book I’ve been looking at. It’s nothing.” To appear, I assume, like she couldn’t care less if I believe her, she turns away from me and works the towel off her head, letting the long, wet tresses of her hair fall over her shoulders.

“You didn’t even try that time.” I thumb through the book then latch onto her glare again. “It makes me think maybe you like the consequences for being bad.” I level an even stare on her. Her delicate throat works as she swallows hard and I imagine what it would look like to have my hand wrapped around it.

“You’re imagining things.” She snatches the book from my hand and moves to the dresser, opening the top drawer and shoving it inside. When she turns back toward me, her ass presses against the drawer and she folds her arms over her chest.

“You’re not even a little curious what the consequences will be?” I tease. It’s nothing compared to what I’m planning in my mind while she considers her words.

“I assume more of the same.” She lifts a shoulder, the pretense of boredom shattered by the dilation of her pupils. The silver blue of her eyes makes it so easy for me to see her reaction from where I stand. Poor girl has nowhere to hide.

I slide my hands into my pockets and move to her. She drops her hands to the dresser, gripping the edge. As I inch closer to her, she has to tilt her head back to look up at me.

“You should never assume with me, princess.” I grab hold of the belt tied around her waist and untie it. When she moves to block me, I tsk my tongue. “Don’t get in my way, princess.”

She moves her hands back to the dresser.

“Don’t call me that.” She grits her teeth.

I finish untying the belt and the robe spreads open.

“No.” She tries to twist away from me, but I only have to move forward an inch and I have her trapped.

I pull the robe open more and am surprised to find her nude beneath. A blush creeps up her throat, over her face.

“Do you think you deserve another spanking?” I gently cup her shoulders beneath the satin robe and push it over her arms, until it slides down to the floor. We stand in puddle of lavender satin.

She clenches her eyes shut and turns her face to the side. I bet she didn’t think this would be happening when she stepped out of my shower.

“Answer me.” I spread my hand over her throat, gently wrapping my fingers around the delicate flesh.

She brings her fiery eyes to mine. The deep blush on her cheeks is a stark contrast to the blue in her eyes. Her breath is shallow beneath my hand. I’m careful not to squeeze, not yet, not until she trusts me not to hurt her.

“Lena,” I sigh, brushing the tip of my nose against hers. “Tell me, do you deserve another spanking?”

A muffled sound comes from deep in her chest. Indecision? Should she admit what she wants? Or does she want me to force her?

“I… let me have my privacy, Micah. At least until the wedding.” Her whispered plea surprises me but doesn’t persuade me.

“That would be lying to you, then.” I pull back enough to see her clearly. “I already know, princess. I know about the secret bank account. I know about the secret college classes. I already know.”

She swallows beneath my grip. Her breathing picks up; her pulse quickens beneath my fingers.

The color drains from her cheeks, and I let go of her throat.

“Relax.” I run the back of my hand down her cheek. She’s completely nude, right in front of me, but I have to force myself to ignore it. “Breathe, Lena. I’m not mad. It’s not a bad thing what I found. It’s not bad.” I assure her because I’m certain she’s afraid I’m going to ruin all of her secret plans.

“You dug into my personal life?” She raises her chin, closes her eyes, and takes a deep breath. I wait, watching as she works to calm herself, though I’m not sure if she’s trying not to panic or trying not to kill me. When her eyes open again, a fire rages in them.

“I’m not a man who goes into situations blind,” I explain. “We can talk about why you’ve kept it all hidden later, but first we should discuss the lies.” We will talk about it, but right now, I want her in my bed. I want her spread out and calm. I want to show her things don’t have to be harsh between us. We may not have planned our union, but it doesn’t have to be a relationship filled with hatred and fear.

“My father would have made me drop the classes if he knew. I only lied because I thought you’d do the same,” she tells me. “Can I have my robe back, please?”

Half of my mouth pulls into a grin. “No.” I kick the robe away from us, out of reach. “I like you this way, naked and honest.”

She presses her lips together.

“Well, since you didn’t convince me, and you lied, you’ll have to pay the price.” I trail my hand down her arm and lace my fingers with hers. “Come.” I tug lightly, but she’s already in step with me as I bring her to the bed.

“Micah-” It’s barely a protest as I gesture to the bed.

“Grab the pillows and make a pile in the middle, then lay over them so your ass is propped up for me,” I instruct her as I work the buttons on my shirt open.

“I don’t think… this isn’t right,” she says, but grabs two pillows. “It wasn’t really a lie. That book is a book I’m reading.”

I laugh. “It was true enough that you escaped a punishment, yes, but you’re not getting out of this spanking.” I tug my shirt off and toss it onto the chair in the corner. My undershirt lands on top of it. I kick out of my shoes and pull off my socks. She glances at me, standing at the side of the bed in only my black slacks, my hands on my belt.

“You said you weren’t going to punish me.” Her gaze wanders over my chest, pausing at the scar on my right pec I received the same night I earned the scar on my jaw, before moving across my stomach and then lower still.

“This isn’t a punishment, Lena,” I say, unbuckling my belt. The jangle of the buckle makes her jump, and I can’t help but grin. When I rip it from my pants, the leather zipping across the fabric, her ass clenches. She tucks her bottom lip between her teeth. The signs, so many of them. I wonder if anyone’s ever bothered to pick up on them. “You’ll see.”

“I’m not sure I want to,” she mumbles.