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“Fuck you! I was defending you, and now you’re going to beat me for it?!” I ask incredulously. “Not beat you, but it will hurt… I’m going to spank you, but I’d rather do this than the alternative,” Leone tells me, and I push up off his lap only to find Vittorio watching still from the second floor. This is fucking humiliating. Yet the idea of being across his father’s lap sickens me, so I sink back down across Leone’s with a huff. “Fine… fine… do what you must, so the psycho doesn’t come down here. But I won’t forget this!” I growl. “Naughty, naughty Fallon. You know better than to talk to me that way, but you made the right choice,” he mocks before yanking my towel away and dropping it on the ground. His hand smoothes over my ass. “Leone, your father is there.” I try to cover myself, but he grabs my wrists behind my back when I feel the bulge pressing against my stomach. “You fucking prick, you’re actually enjoying this!” He laughs. Leone’s hand comes down with a loud smack on my expo