Fashioned For Sin

Chapter 31

The fury in his threats, combined with the raw edge in his voice, made my pulse race.

I opened the door ahead of him, my feet barely touching the ground as I ran towards the building.

My mind was a whirlwind.

I reached the elevator and quickly pressed the button again and again, my breath coming in fast, shallow gasps. Just as the doors began to open, Leonardo was right behind me.

He caught up with me, his presence overwhelming as he suddenly pressed me against the inside walls of the elevator.

His grip tightened around my neck, almost cutting off my breath, his lips crashing against mine with a fierce hunger.

His kisses were rough, biting and sucking on my lips and tongue.

"Am I too rough? We can slow down if you're not ready, " he asked between kisses, "Not rough enough." I moaned into his mouth.

He sucked on my neck, leaving deep, dark marks that made me shiver with a mix of pain and pleasure.

The elevator doors opened to the floor of his penthouse, and with easy strength, he lifted me off the ground and over his shoulder.

My ass in the air. "Put me down." I said, almost shouting. "Shut up, or I'll shut your mouth for you," he said, his fingers plunging into my mouth just as I opened it to respond.l, making me gag.

I love this man.

Inside, the apartment was clean, not the way we had left it, though. Those people he called probably cleaned it.

Leonardo's hand closed around my wrist the second we entered the apartment. The door barely clicked shut before he yanked me forward, spinning me around to face him.

His gaze was fierce, all dominance and desire, making my pulse race. There was no mistaking what he wanted.

"You're in so much trouble, Blair," he growled, his grip tightening, pulling me flush against him.

"All that teasing, all that backtalk-you're about to learn just what happens to brats like you."

The words shot straight through me, equal parts fear and raw, molten desire pooling deep in my stomach. I knew what was coming. I knew how far he could push me-and I wanted it. I needed it.

My heart raced as Leonardo's hands roamed down my body, rough and demanding.

His fingers hooked into the hem of my dress, yanking it up in one swift motion, exposing my thighs, my ass. I whimpered, instinctively trying to press my legs together, but his hand slapped my inner thigh, forcing them apart.

"You don't get to hide from me," he sneered, pushing me forward until I stumbled, my hands bracing against the wall.

"You want to act like a slut? You'll be treated like one, like my slut."

His hand cracked down against my bare skin without warning, a stinging slap that made me yelp in surprise.

The pain was sharp, sending a hot jolt through me, but it only made the desire burn brighter. I bit my lip, trying not to make a sound, but Leonardo wasn't having it.

"You're not going quiet on me now." His voice was low, dangerous, as his hand came down again, harder this time. "I want to hear you scream."

The spanking was relentless, each strike making my body tremble, a mix of pain and pleasure building with every slap. I could feel the heat rising in my skin, the burn spreading, but it was the way he degraded me that sent me spiralling.