Chapter 17: The Truth Hurts

*Layla*

Dante’s eyes smoldered with heat and desire. A desire to teach me a lesson for being defiant. But I wanted to be punished, needed to feel him repay me for the secrets and lies, and the danger and betrayal that I had I brought to his door. 

If he only knew that I was the reason for what happened tonight, I knew the consequences would have been so much more.

“Do you want me to stop?” he asked, his voice a low grumble that filled my chest with anticipation and made the space between my thighs hot with need. 

“Please, don’t stop…” I said, hearing the naked truth of how much I wanted him to punish me. A tender desire took over his features as he gently stroked my cheek with one hand and spanked my ass with the other. 

By the fifth strike, tears poured from my eyes and sobs escaped my chest. I knew I was crying and sobbing for more reasons than just the spanking. With every strike, I reminded myself that I nearly got him killed. 

If he had died tonight because of me…