Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband by Paga Slayer

Chapter 334 His Punishment

The room was dimly lit, casting long shadows on the walls as Leonardo's gaze bore into Sofia's trembling figure. His piercing eyes, once warm and loving, now flickered with a dark intensity as he appraised her from head to heel. The air crackled with an electric tension, leaving Sofia unable to find her voice, her mouth dry and parched.

Silently, Leonardo approached her, his steps deliberate and purposeful. His hand, strong and commanding, grazed Sofia's shoulder, sending a shiver down her spine. With a seductive whisper in her ear, his voice carried a potent mix of desire and authority. "Obey, my wife," he commanded, his words hanging in the air like a velvet promise.Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband

Sofia hesitated, her heart pounding in her chest, but the intensity in Leonardo's eyes left her powerless to resist. Slowly, she acquiesced, taking a seat on the edge of the bed. The weight of Leonardo's gaze bore down on her, a silent reminder of his dominance. "Lie!" he ordered again, his voice laced with a dangerous edge.

Sofia felt a surge of adrenaline, her body reacting almost instinctively, as if she were a devoted fangirl under his spell. With a mixture of anticipation and trepidation, she complied, her body sinking onto the soft mattress, surrendering herself to his will.

Leonardo, his desire fueling his every move, retrieved a silk tie from the depths of the cupboard. The cool touch of the fabric against his fingertips sent a tingle of anticipation through his veins.

"Hands above head!" With a low murmur, he guided Sofia, instructing her to raise her hands above her head. There was a commanding edge to his voice, a tone that brooked no disobedience, and Sofia found herself obeying, her hands suspended in the air like a delicate offering.

Swiftly, Leonardo secured her wrists with the silk tie, the material encircling her delicate skin. The tension in the room grew, palpable and intoxicating. With a deft motion, he flipped her onto her stomach, her body splayed before him. He slowly drifted her dress, the air cold against her sensitive skin. In the low light, the black lace of Sofia's panties peeked out, a tantalizing glimpse that set Leonardo's desire ablaze. He slowly kneaded her round full asscheek.

Leonardo's voice resonated through the dimly lit room, its deep timbre sending shivers down Sofia's spine. The air crackled with an electrifying tension as his words hung in the air, filled with a palpable desire that stirred her senses. A flush of warmth spread across her body, making her skin tingle with anticipation.

"Beautiful," he whispered, his voice a seductive melody that seemed to wrap around her like a velvet caress. Sofia's heart raced, her breath hitching at the intoxicating mix of fear and arousal that swirled within her. His words carried a hint of a forbidden world, one she had yet to explore.

"Have you ever been spanked, baby girl?" His question pierced the silence, catching her off guard.

Sofia's eyes widened in shock, her thoughts spinning in confusion.

What did he mean by 'spanked'?

The room suddenly felt smaller, the

her spine, and her voice cracked with trepidation as

by an uncertain tension that hung between them. Leonardo's response was immediate, a deep chuckle escaping his

will never hit you. But I have a thing for spanking. And some bad girls like you need to

just enough pressure to ignite a delicious ache within her. Sofia's breath hitched, her mind clouded with a heady mixture of desire and

each squeeze and

legs. A newfound wetness pooled, evidence of the effect his touch had on

newfound trust and excitement.

upon Sofia's ears. He paused, allowing his words to sink in, giving her a moment to process

words a tantalizing challenge that sent a shiver down Sofia's spine. Her breath hitched,

language aroused a primal hunger within her, an eagerness to surrender to the unexplored depths of

head, her movements slow and deliberate, conveying a resounding

words, baby," Leonardo commanded, his voice carrying the weight of

voice faltered under the weight of his touch, her ability to articulate

audible. "Yes," she breathed,

weaving a spell that bound her to him,

word," Leonardo continued, his tone both

by the thought of a word that would serve as her lifeline in this passionate

mustered a response, her voice

her consent and

a word for you?" Leonardo asked, his voice laced with a subtle intrigue

manage a nod in response. The anticipation built within her, fueled by the commanding presence he