Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 82881 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82881 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
I step onto the first stair. “Time’s ticking, Red.”
“Okay. Fuck. You need to call off your men from investigating my brother and Meredith. Either one of them will put a bullet in your head or I will.”
I chuckle. “I’d like to see you try.”
“River, I’m serious. I will always choose my family first.”
It should hurt, but I hear something entirely different. “So you’re starting to take me seriously. Not just as a business prospect but as a man.”
She goes rigid, and I smile with amusement. Oh, how far we’ve come, Red.
When I reach my room, the dogs are already in there, tails wagging, and I step on a squeaky toy.
“Out,” I bark at them, and obediently, they run for the door and I close it behind them.
“Hey, that’s mean.”
“Mean?” I say, laughing. This cold-ass, beautiful woman is saying I’m mean? After she so elegantly just told me to put my cock in her mouth and all the other crazy things she’s put me through?
I flip her over my shoulder, and her tits graze down my front. She’s looking up at me with that hooded gaze.
“If I fuck you now, are you going to disappear afterward?” I ask.
“Most likely. Depends how good the sex is.”
I grab her ass and push her against my hard cock pressing through my trousers. I know I can satisfy Anya’s needs, offer something she most likely hasn’t experienced before… relinquishment of control.
But I want something else from her. A guarantee that she’s here for the same reasons I am. I want her and inevitably will have her.
I knew the moment I saw her, I would make her mine. A woman as powerful and strong willed as her is a spectacle to see, and I plan on drinking her in every day. Mesmerized and charmed in the same way I was when I first laid eyes on her. Fucking her into submission is another perk.
“Call off your men,” she demands.
“What will you do for me if I do?” I ask as I graze my thumb against her cheekbone and to the back of her hair, where I find the little pins that keep it in place and remove them one by one.
“I won’t blow your brains out,” she says matter-of-factly. Her breath is shallow as she watches me pluck each pin out of her hair.
Her vibrant red locks fall around her face. It’s long with shining waves. Beautiful. “I like it when you wear your hair down.”
“Shut up and just fuck me, River,” she sneers.
I grab the back of her neck and pull her into me, sliding my tongue against hers. This time, she doesn’t fight me. Instead, she melts as her hands desperately pull me closer.
My hand wraps around her throat as I deepen our kiss.
She licks her lips, and I reach for my belt, pull it free, and undo my button before I slide the zipper down. My cock springs free, and she eyes it hungrily. “Anya.”
“Yes, River?” She says my name but doesn’t look up at me as she does.
“I suggest you get on your knees.”
“Okay,” she replies with ease. I watch as this powerhouse of a woman drops to her knees, coming to eye level with my cock. She reaches for it.
“No touching until I say.” She opens her mouth as I push my fingers into her hair, enjoying the silky-smooth feel of it. Everything about this woman is fucking perfect. I grab hold of her hair and move her head toward my cock. She opens for me, but as soon as I feel her tongue, I pull her back and back some more. She darts out her tongue and licks the tip of it. “Bad girl,” I tell her, stepping back and dropping my hold on her hair. “Now, crawl up to the fucking bed and pull that skirt up over your ass.”
“So demanding,” she purrs with a sinister smile but wiggles the skirt up over her ass. And for my viewing pleasure, she has on no underwear. I just knew she didn’t.
“Move it,” I command, and I can tell from the way she smirks that she enjoys being told what to do.
My bad, bad girl.
CHAPTER 32
Anya
“Why are you stopping, Anya?” He says my name with a drawl, almost like he’s teasing me. I’m halfway to the bed, and I know he’s watching me. I can feel his stare all over my body. “You look so good, so wet for me,” he croons, and I feel him come up closer, and his hand caresses my ass. It’s been a while since I let a man control me like this. Actually, I think this is the only time I’ve let a man have this much control over me.
This is no different from when I let him bind me at his restaurant. I understand the psychology between dominant and submissive. I sell it. But I never thought I would find myself crawling on hands and knees because a man said so.