When The Sun Goes Down - A Midnight Mafia Novel

Chapter Fifty-One

"This hurts me more than it hurts you." He said in a teasing tone and began caressing again.

Not foreplay, he was just torturing me. "Alessio-" I groaned through gritted teeth. "I swear to God-"

He laughed, a full on laugh, and it sounded so good, so God damned good I was almost tempted to let him do whatever he wanted to do to me. Almost. "I told you I'd get you." And with that he cracked my ass again.

"Okay, okay, you've got me!" I yelled and squirmed around. "Let me go!"

He laughed again and rested his hand on bottom. "Is that what you really want?"

"Yes!" Definitely.

"Really?"

I hesitated. Was it really? He was silent waiting for more and I felt my face getting hot. It would have been a lie if I said I had never envisioned something along these lines, in fact, I had envisioned worse even.

"Do you want to know what I want?" He asked gently rubbing his hand back and forth on my stinging ass. I swallowed hard. I did want to know, desperately. He leaned down closer to my ear and rasped sensually. "I want to hear you scream."

I whimpered appreciatively and I knew I couldn't deny it, I was turned on. I was more than turned on. He knew what my body desired before I even did. He pulled his hand back and I swear the anticipation was sexier than the actual act.

The door suddenly swung open. I looked up from my position across Alessio's lap to the door. Pietro stood holding a suitcase in either hand mouth agape and beside him was a very short and slightly chubby woman. She was tanned and her dark hair was pulled into a loose bun, her wide eyes mirrored Alessio's exactly. For a few moments no one said a word, everyone was too stunned.

I was laying across Alessio's lap, my robe had been pushed up my back and my rear end was in plain view and very red from Alessio's punishment. His hand was still in the air ready for another blow and the other one was still on the back of my neck.

"Madre." Alessio finally whispered.

I blinked twice, out of my stunned state and put on the biggest smile I could muster. From my position on his lap, incredibly exposed I leaned as far up as I could from the position and extended my hand. "Hi, I'm Kate. You must be Mrs. Genovese. Pleasure to meet you." She did not look amused.

Alessio pulled me from his lap and to an upright position. I was finally able to see him too and his face was even redder than I suspected my ass to be. I had never seen Alessio actually red in the face. I fought the urge to rub my sore ass and scooted a step towards Alessio for protection.

"We were just-" He started.

"I know what you were just." She interrupted him.

Oh, now I see where he gets it from.

This was awkward as shit. Thankful, Alessio apparently was through torturing me and he excused me. "Go upstairs Katherine." Maybe not the most polite dismissal but fúck if he'd have to ask me twice.

I took the stairs two at a time to reach the top and scurried back into Alessio's room. There was already a dress laying out on the bed and I suspected it would have covered an entire month's rent back at my apartment.

It was a simple sleeveless floral fit-and-flare dress, white and navy blue. I probably could have found an almost exact replica for about the same price as a number three combo ran me at the drive through, but I knew Alessio better than to expect him to spend his money frugally.

I did my hair, my makeup. I figured I had a lot of ground to make up for so actually broke the no heels rule and slipped into a pair of bright red heels. They were actually quite cute, simple, rounded toes, a modest heel, and an adorable little strap that ran just around my ankle.