Chapter 19. On Your Belly

Alec 

"Put me down!" The beautiful doctor tried to wiggle out of his hold. A useless feat. She was almost half his weight and half his wit at this point. Not a fucking chance.

To let her know how angry and impatient he was, he smacked her soft ass cheek. The sound was a balm to his restless soul. She immediately quieted down.

"That's only a taste of what's to come, Dr. Hope," he promised in a hardened voice. What he felt next surprised him.

It was so subtle, but it was there. She shivered delicately, and he felt her inhale sharply. Prickly goosebumps on her arms and exposed legs – an indication that she wanted what'd to come, craved it – the punishment waiting for her.

It's about damn time! To his left, Tzar was having a heated argument with his woman, and the mafia princess was being scolded within an inch of her life by Aunt Tatiana. Good.

Ah, they had a few hours to spare. He knew Dominic and Beau would have a lot to talk