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17. Nine

Author: Hermajesty
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-04-15 00:47:13

~VALENTINO’S POV~

The sharp crack of my palm against her ass echoed through the room.

Alina gasped, her body jerking forward against the glass, her fingers scrambling for purchase. The thin black silk of her mourning dress did nothing to hide the way her flesh jiggled under my hand, plush, heavy, and perfect.

“Ahhh!” she shrieked, twisting in my grip.

I chuckled darkly, dragging my fingers over the spot I had just struck, savoring the heat blooming under her skin.

“Tell me the truth, moglie. Or should I make you count?”

“Fuck you—”

SMACK.

This time, my hand came down harder, lower, right where her thigh met the sinful curve of her ass. She cried out, her hips bucking instinctively, her body betraying her even as she fought me.

“One,” I purred, squeezing the punished flesh. “You have nine more to go unless you admit it.”

Her breath came in ragged pants, her cheeks flushed crimson.

“I hate you,” she hissed, but the way her thighs pressed together told a different story.

SMACK. “Two.”

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