Stolen Whispers

I was his to protect, not his to claim. He did both.

Donatello Giovanni may be my family’s most loyal enforcer, but when I ditched my protection detail and he was sent to track me down I thought the worst I could expect was a stern scolding.

What I got was his belt.

I may have been soaking wet when he was done, but if this infuriatingly sexy asshole thinks spanking my bare ass like a naughty little girl will be enough to tame me, he’s badly mistaken.

That’s why I left the country.

And why he came after me.