Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 75705 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75705 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
“I haven’t begun to take from you.”
“Is that a threat?”
“It’s a promise. I have decided you will be useful for my future plans. And I won’t allow your childish temper tantrums to stand in the way of what will be a lucrative and beneficial merger of assets between us.”
“A merger! Do you hear yourself? It’s a marriage, not a business deal.”
I shrugged one shoulder. “Same difference as far as I’m concerned.”
She crossed her arms. “Well, you can just merge your assets with some other woman, because I’m not interested.”
My fingertips rubbed the center of my forehead. Fuck, I hated tedious complications. “Once again, you are assuming you have a choice. I’m not sure how I can make myself clearer. This is happening.”
She bared her teeth. “Over my dead body.”
I chuckled as I shrugged out of my suit jacket. Twisting off first the left, then the right diamond cufflink, I said, “That could be arranged. After the honeymoon, of course.”
Stella lurched backward as if she’d been struck. “I’ll go to the media.”
“I control the media.”
“The police then.”
“Them too.”
She slid along the wall farther away from me. “You can’t get away with this.”
The heavy cufflinks clattered against the conference table surface as I tossed them aside before reaching for the buckle of my belt. “I already have.”
Her eyes widened. “Stay away from me.”
“No.” I unbuckled my belt and slowly pulled it from the loops.
I bent the belt in half, then tested it against my thigh. The leather did give a satisfying snap, and the sting was intense. Perfect for what I needed it for.
“What are you going to do with that belt?” Her voice was shaking as she pressed her body against the wall.
“Whatever the fuck I want,” I growled, reaching out and wrapping my hand in her hair before pulling her away from the wall and bending her over the large conference table in the middle of the room.
I held her down by the hair with one hand, then lifted her skirt and pulled down her white satin panties with the other.
Her ass was a perfect, unblemished porcelain white.
It was probably why she was such a brat. She had never been punished.
That changed now.
Her entire body tensed as the belt made a whispered slice through the air before it cracked against her delicate flesh, leaving a bright red streak diagonally across both cheeks.
She squirmed under my grip, but I pressed her down harder, not letting her move as she cried out.
I let the belt fly again, crossing the first mark with another. Then again and again as her screams and yelps morphed into sobs.
“Someone help me!”
“No one can hear your screams,” I leaned down to whisper in her ear while my hand ran over the red-hot skin of her ass.
“I’ll be a good girl, I promise. Please. It hurts.” She sounded so sweet begging, but that didn’t stop my hand from moving down her punished ass to in-between her thighs.
Nothing could have prepared me for what I felt. Her pussy was swollen, aching for me, and practically dripping wet. Had she been this wet when I sucked on her sweet little nipples, or was it my kiss? Or perhaps she got off on being spanked?
Interesting.
My fingers explored between her soaked lips to find her impossibly tight little channel. “I haven’t begun to hurt you. You’re about to learn the painful cost of crossing me.”
I slid two fingers in deep, pressing against her G spot as I watched her squirm and cry for me. My thumb moved down to her clit and worked in quick little circles.
Her tight cunt pulsed around my fingers, showing me how good she would feel impaled on my cock.
“Oh, God. Please, don’t!” she begged again as she rose on her toes.
Her pleas sounded so sweet on her lips.
“Are you beginning to understand, little pet? I own you. And no one would dare try and save you from me.”
CHAPTER 7
LUCIAN
Ithrust my fingers in deeper, meeting a resistance I hadn’t felt in years.
It was hard to believe she was untouched. How a woman in this day and age made it to twenty-six without getting fucked, I would never know.
A rush of possessive pride roared through my veins. It was similar to the rush I got when I crushed an enemy in the boardroom, but so much more satisfying.
Like being the first to own a priceless gold artifact or painting.
There was treasure, and then there was untainted, unspoiled, pure treasure.
I stared down at her skin as if it gleamed like polished gold—the only fingerprints on it, my own.
I yanked her hair back, so I could see her face as I moved my fingers deeper inside her, pressing against that G-spot that I now knew no one had ever touched before. There was a sinking suspicion in my gut that told me she hadn’t even found this pleasure spot herself.