Luca knew that he needed to try something else. That's why he thought if physical force wouldn't break her, maybe words would.
Maybe if he talked dirty enough, if he painted a picture of exactly what he wanted to do to her, how he wanted to ruin her—she would finally show some of the shame and hesitation he had been looking for.
He pulled back, looking down at her flushed face, her parted lips, her eyes that sparkled with mischief and desire.
"You think this is funny?" His voice dropped, low and rough. "You think my punishment is a joke?"
She bit her lip, still smiling. "It's not a joke. It's just...tickly."
"That's it." He growled, low and rough. "I've had enough"
He smacked her other breast, harder. She squeaked, but the smile never left her face.
"I'm going to spank these pretty tits until they're as red as your ass. Until you can't wear anything but the loosest shirts without wincing. Until every time you move, you feel me."
Leona's eyes sparkled. "Promise?"
