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)
“What, no cage?” she muttered under her breath.
“Excuse me?”
“I said, what, no cage? I thought you would have me chained in a basement or—”
I stepped close, deliberately intimidating her with my superior height and strength as I grabbed her chin and pulled her face up to look at me. “I am allowing you some freedom because frankly, you don’t know where you are, and you promised to behave. Do not mistake my kindness for weakness. Mouth off to me again, and I will tie you to the bed.”
Her brown eyes were rimmed with smudged eyeliner and smeared mascara.
Still, the red from where she had been crying made her eyes seem bigger, almost Bambi-like. Her soft lips were pink and a bit puffy where I had kissed her roughly.
Would they feel soft around my cock?
“Am I supposed to be grateful?” she asked. “Should I be showing gratitude that you aren’t putting me in some kind of dog kennel?”
Her fire was starting to make a reappearance, and I couldn’t help but smile. I tilted my head like I was going to kiss her again, watching the way her eyes dilated and her lips parted just slightly for me.
There was something gratifying about knowing she wanted me as much as I wanted her.
Even if she wouldn’t admit it.
“A dog kennel?” I laughed. “You know, I hadn’t even considered that. Maybe I’ll collar you too. You would look so pretty on your knees, begging for my cock.”
Her eyes lit up with hatred and the very tops of her cheeks turned a bright red.
“I hate you.”
“You keep saying that like it should mean something to me.”
I moved a little closer to her. The vein in her neck was pulsing rapidly and her chest stilled as she held her breath.
“Doesn’t it?”
“Not even a little bit, princess.” I leaned in so my lips were almost touching her.
Her body arched into mine.
She didn’t hate me, she wanted me.
There was a very real possibility she wanted to hate me, but that wasn’t quite the same thing.
“Why do you keep lying to yourself?”
She shoved at my shoulders. “I’m not. You are the worst kind of man, and my brother will kill you for touching me. What happened to you, Marksen? Can’t get a woman to love you like Amelia loves Luc, so you have to kidnap one?”
“Keep up the attitude and I really will tie you to the fucking bed,” I growled before pushing her back.
I should thank her for reminding me why we were here.
She made a little frustrated grunting sound as she sat on the sofa and crossed her arms over her chest. “I still don’t understand why I am here.”
“You are here to do whatever the fuck I tell you. Don’t worry about the big picture and how you play into this little game of chess between Luc and me. Remember, you are nothing but a pawn.”
She pushed off the sofa, planting her hands on her waist. “I’m tired of you saying that. I am not a pawn in some twisted little game you two are playing.”
“That’s the part you have a problem with? You really are nothing more than a silly little girl. A toy that I will play with and discard when I am done.”
“How dare you!” she yelled. Her face turned an adorable shade of pink in her agitation, almost matching the shade of her punished ass cheeks.
Storming across the room, I grabbed her by the back of the neck and tugged her toward me.
Staring down into those beautiful brown eyes, I held her, squeezing just enough to remind her who the fuck was in charge.
The very air crackled with tension.
Neither of us breathed.
I leaned in close, drawing back my lips, baring my teeth as if I were an animal in heat, testing a mate.
Her fingertips lightly moved over my chest in hesitant, featherlight touches as she slightly raised up on her toes, then lowered again.
Giving myself a mental shake, I ruthlessly reminded myself of my purpose.
Pulling back, breaking the spell, I sneered, “Am I wrong? Fine. Prove me wrong. Why don’t you get in the kitchen and show me just how useful you are? Or does the little princess pawn not even know how to feed herself? After all, Mommy did die before she could show you how a woman should behave.”
“Fuck you!” she spat, clearly having forgotten her promise to behave. “Mine died, but yours walked out and left. Or is that what this is really about? Your mommy issues. Do you have to kidnap women because Mommy didn’t love you so why should anyone else?”
“Keep talking like that and this time I will spank you until you can’t sit down for a week. Then I will tie you to the bed and leave you there. Do you think your brother will find you before you starve?”