Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 70209 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70209 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
“Get off me!” She fought against me, doing her best to buck me off with her hips.
I was the weight of a horse, so her bucks were pointless. I pushed my sweatpants and boxers down, revealing my long and thick cock before I grabbed both of her wrists and pinned them against the hardwood floor.
Now, I wanted this even more.
I’d never wanted to fuck a woman like this.
The power was like a drug, and I was higher than a kite. I wanted to punish her for mouthing off to me. I wanted to teach her a lesson for fighting against me. I wanted to fuck her against the floor, using her however I wanted. The power was intoxicating.
“Don’t.”
I wasn’t sure what I was doing anymore. This started off as a stunt, but now that my pants were down and my big cock was pressed in between her soft cheeks, I didn’t know if it was just for show anymore. My cock throbbed for her pussy, throbbed for her fight. I wanted to slide into her slit, whether she was wet or not. I wanted to cross a line I’d never crossed before, to take advantage of my station above this woman.
“I said no.”
I pressed the tip of my cock against her entrance, feeling her soft flesh with my sensitive head. My mouth moved to her ear, my breaths coming out shaky from desire. Blood was pounding in my veins, mixed with arousal and adrenaline. “I don’t give a damn what you said. No means nothing, not in my house. I will fuck you just like this on the floor and stuff your pussy with my come. And I will enjoy every goddamn second of it.”
She heaved underneath me, finally dropped her no-bullshit attitude and showed the first signs of fear. She wasn’t the brave woman who jumped out of the moving car. Now she was just a woman trying to protect her dignity.
My cock was still hard, ready to slide into that tight slit and dump all my arousal inside her, but the second she abandoned her guarded ferocity and turned into a vulnerable woman, her words finally got through to me. Her plea for respect resonated with me, and I knew if I went through with it, even if I had every right to and no one would ever know, I wouldn’t like myself.
I wouldn’t be any different from the men I’d bought her from.
A real man shouldn’t have to force a woman for sex. A real man should get offers left and right. That was who I was, Carter Barsetti, one of the most eligible bachelors in Italy, a billionaire with more pussy than he knew what to do with.
But I finally had this woman where I wanted her—afraid.
I pressed my lips against her ear, putting more weight on her small frame. “Don’t fuck with me again.”
She breathed harder, her body tensing up even more.
“You understand, sweetheart?” My cock was still at her entrance, desperate to sink into that womanly flesh and disappear. I could feel her back rise against my chest when she breathed, feel her frantic pulse thud against my body. Both of her wrists were pounding with fear from her beating heart. I’d finally terrified her enough to make her think before she ran that smartass mouth.
“Yes…”
“I’m a very rich man. Paying fifty million for you was like buying a hot coffee at a bakery, pennies to me. If you keep being a pain in the ass, I’ll kill you like all the others—and buy another replacement.”
After I let her use the bathroom and wash her face, I chained her back up to the bed and left the room.
This time, she didn’t complain.
She didn’t even look at me.
I had no idea what I was going to do with her at this point. She was finally subdued, but based on her previous behavior, she would probably take another shot at escape. She probably wouldn’t refrain from killing me either, if she had the opportunity. I cleared the house of the guns I’d stored in random places, knowing she would search if she ever got the chance.
But I couldn’t keep her tied up like that forever. If I did, I’d have to babysit her night and day. I’d have to hire a crew to keep an eye on her when I left the house. And if I brought women back home, I’d have to make sure she didn’t make a peep. I couldn’t let my guests think I was a kidnapper, not with my somewhat famous profile.
So what was I going to do with her?
Tough question.
Making her my personal slave was tempting. Chaining her to my headboard and fucking her all I wanted made me hard just thinking about it. A strong woman was sexy, but a defiant one was even sexier.