“When I tell you something, you do it.” He smacked my other butt cheek as he walked us to the house.
“Tino! Stop it!”
He did it again.
“Oh my God. Please. You’re hurting me.”And making me wet.I was in his arms, wearing no underwear, and every spank he gave me squeezed a gush of arousal between my legs.
Fuck, I was wet for my fiancé’s dad.
His palm landed on my butt one more time. “If you can’t handle the pain, then you shouldn’t be a naughty, bratty girl all the time.”
I bit a moan. “Yes, Tino.”
I didn’t realize the way I moaned that except when his eyes darkened with desire. I had no clue how I turned into that deviant that leered at a man’s junk, talked about spanking and nipples and underwear and moaned like a bitch in heat when I was around Tino.
Only Tino.
“Can you put me down now, please?” I asked as we entered the house.
He continued and headed for the stairs instead of my room. “Why?”
Because you make me wanna do very wrong things.I just sighed, my arms sliding to his back, feeling him up. “Where are you taking me?”
“My room.”
I gaped at him. “W-why?”
He climbed up without answering, my heart banging with every step.
“Tino?”
“Shhhh.”
A gasp fled my throat. “What the hell?”
He threw a casual glance at me. “What?”
“Say that again.”
“Say what again?”
“That shhhh. Say it again.”
He looked at me like I was insane. “I haven’t said anything, Angelina. Has the sun hit your head already?”
“I’m not crazy. Say it again.”
He put me down at the top of the stairs and touched my forehead with the back of his hand. “You’re warm. This can’t be the sun. You barely stayed out there. Get inside so I can check the wound.”
“You? You’ll check the wound?” The panic of him seeing my naked body made me forget about my demand. I was probably going crazy to think what I’d thought anyway. This was Tino. Marciano was dead. Yet whenever I was aroused,hemanaged to play a mind trick on me. There was no other explanation.
“Yes. You have a problem with that?” He opened his door and ushered me inside.
“Yes, I do. I’m completely naked under this dress.”
“Nothing I haven’t seen before.”
“I…I’d rather let Arancia do it. This is just…”
