Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 87996 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87996 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
I couldn’t do that to him or Amelia.
It would be fine.
It was a prank in poor taste, but it was just a prank.
Something we would all laugh about at Christmas dinners. “That one time Olivia thought Marksen had actually kidnapped her.”
We will leave out the spanking and kissing parts when we retell the story, obviously.
Because it is not like they mean anything.
We are both drunk.
Everyone knows drunk hookups mean nothing.
It was all a joke.
It had to be.
It just had to be a joke.
CHAPTER 8
MARKSEN
“Behave,” I warned Olivia as I took the seat next to her and buckled myself in for the landing.
She seemed better, calmer, and a little more herself.
I wondered for a moment if she wasn’t afraid of me anymore.
That was a mistake.
But who knew what was going on in that pretty little head of hers?
I hoped she knew better than to run again, but I doubted it.
“When we disembark, every person on that tarmac works for me. You’re just going to get hurt if you try to escape again.”
“I won’t try to run again. I promise.” Her eyes were cast down when she spoke, like she was embarrassed or a natural submissive.
I ignored the need growing in my stomach at the thought. That wasn’t why I took her. Though, she was tempting. A man could only take so much temptation before he snapped and took something he knew he should leave alone.
“Good girl,” I said, just to rile her up.
Every time I called her a good girl the tops of her cheeks colored in the most endearing way.
This had been the longest flight of my life.
It didn’t help that when I went to go lie down and try to get my rage and lust under control, Anna came in.
Normally, I would have taken full advantage, but something about her just wasn’t appealing.
My cock was still rock hard from having Olivia on my lap, seeing her perfect ass, then feeling how wet her pussy was. It took all of my restraint not to tear off that fucking thong, toss her over the chair and pound into her from behind until she screamed my name.
The way she straddled me as we kissed, and the way her hips ground down onto mine, was nothing short of exquisite. Fuck, I wanted her bouncing on my cock hard and fast while I drank every beautiful moan and cry that came from her lips.
Christ, this was not the plan.
I had every intention of ruining her, but this wasn’t how.
This wasn’t how I had planned this.
I wasn’t supposed to want her.
I was supposed to hurt her.
To destroy her reputation beyond any hopes of salvation, to make her take her family down with her.
I was supposed to see her as the sister of my enemy and the tool I would use to destroy the Manwarring legacy.
Not the tempting but sweet and strictly off-limits, teenaged little sister of my best friend, who used to follow me and her brother around on summer breaks.
I had to get away from her for a bit so I could remember what the plan was. I had to separate the Olivia I knew from the one I was going to take down.
I flipped through the digital pictures I had taken in the garden.
She was so beautiful, almost ethereal.
She looked like a Grecian goddess in her long, flowy dress.
The red color reminded me of fire, and the look of determination in her eyes mimicked that.
Then there were the pictures I took before she saw me, when she was looking down at the erotic statue. The innocent curiosity on her face made me yearn to be the man who educated her.
I reached for the zipper of my trousers.
And that was the moment Anna entered.
She smirked. “Looks like I’m just in time.” She leaned a knee on the bed and unbuttoned her uniform. “Want me to take care of that for you, Mr. Dubois?” she asked in an exaggerated Marilyn Monroe impression as she pursued her over-filled lips.
I set the camera aside and let her cool fingers pull out my cock.
As she knelt between my outstretched legs, I stared impassively at her bowed head, wishing her blonde hair was a deep, rich auburn with golden highlights.
Before her open mouth touched the head of my cock, I shifted my hips back. Without giving an explanation, I tucked my cock back into my trousers and zipped up. “Return to your duties.”
Her overly tweezed brow furrowed. “I thought this was part of my duties.”
My gaze narrowed. “Remember your place. Or you’ll find yourself working the domestic flight from Miami to Phoenix where I found you.”
With a huff, she climbed off the bed and stormed out.
I picked up the camera and continued to skim through the photos.
The pictures were good.
Nothing damning. Olivia was a beautiful woman.
There were several photos where she wore a lustful expression that could be photoshopped to look like she was doing something less innocent, but they weren’t right.