Leona's face was deeply, beautifully flushed. Her eyes were limpid, glazed with something that looked suspiciously like pleasure. Her lips were parted, her breath coming in soft pants.
But that wasn't what shocked Luca.
What threw his momentum was the fact that she was smiling!
A big, bright, ecstatic smile like she was in heaven. Like every slap had been a kiss. Like she couldn't get enough.
Luca stared, utterly baffled.
This wasn't right. This wasn't how punishment worked.
She was supposed to be crying, whimpering, begging him to stop. Instead, she looked like she was having the time of her life.
Maybe it was a fluke. Maybe the pain was so intense that her brain had short-circuited, producing a smile where there should have been tears.
He needed to test it.
He pressed her down firmly, ensuring she couldn't move, and brought his hand down again—harder this time, with more force.
Smack!
Leona cried out. "Oh! My ass! Please, Luca, no!"
