Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 93482 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 374(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93482 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 374(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
It wasn’t until I cleared my throat again that her fingers went to the back of her dress, and she struggled to get ahold of the zipper.
I wasn’t sure what kind of underwear such a sweet, innocent woman would wear. Would she have on something daring, a secret under her clothes just for herself? Did expensive lingerie with its silky materials grace her most delicate flesh? Or was she the type to wear something cute and childish? Were little cartoon strawberries or teddy bears printed on the front?
It didn’t matter, not really. I was going to destroy her either way.
I may be a stranger to her… but Rose was no stranger to me.
She was a pawn that was caught in a game of her mother’s making.
Mary Quinn Astrid was going to feel my wrath.
She would know that she had pushed the wrong Manwarring too far.
I knew the bitch thought I wasn’t a threat, that I was just another cog in the machine, meant to spin the world on her axis. She thought of herself as above the Manwarring clan. If she respected any of us, it was my father. Maybe my brother, now that he had successfully taken her eldest daughter. She respected power, but only if it could serve her. That was a mistake. I would teach her how to respect the power that could destroy her.
Having Luc as her son-in-law must have pissed her off enough that I almost regretted missing the wedding, just to have watched the sour expression on her face as her eldest daughter married someone she thought was beneath her.
Luc, however, had two weaknesses, one of which Mary Quinn took advantage of when she manipulated Marksen Dubois into stealing our sister Olivia. Though that backfired beautifully in her face when Olivia managed Marksen so well they got married. And our other sister, Charlotte, was now married to some roughneck Texan with Marine experience, more money than God and, apparently, a gun collection that made even my father uncomfortable. She was as untouchable as they came.
This meant when I destroyed her youngest daughter, her last hope of a “suitable” match, there would be nothing she could do to retaliate against me. Nothing.
There would be no weaknesses for her to exploit, no family member she could sink her claws into for retaliation.
I would ruin her little princess, her last hope, so that she would have to live with knowing that both of her daughters were addicted to Manwarring cock.
Of course, I knew it wasn’t right to make Rose pay for Mary Quinn’s sins. But as we all knew, the father’s sins are often paid for by the son, and in this case, the mother’s many atrocities were going to ooze down and destroy her daughter.
It wasn’t fair, and Rose didn’t deserve that, but life wasn’t fair, and in my experience, what people deserved was rarely what they got. Besides, maybe if I destroyed her reputation now, she might have time to stop herself from becoming a copy of that shrew. Really, I was doing her a favor.
The cute purple sweaterdress slid to the floor after she unzipped it and shrugged out of it. The light cashmere almost seemed to float around her legs before mounding at her feet, followed by the warm, clingy leggings she rolled down her shapely legs.
It turned out her taste in lingerie was simpler than I guessed, almost plain. Her white cotton bra was barely more than a scrap of material covering the tight little nipples that peaked in the fabric. Her matching white cotton underwear was not anything scandalous, like a G-string that let everything hang out. Nor were they the other extreme, frumpy granny panties that held everything in. They weren’t even some high-end brand like La Perla. No, hers was simple and basic, riding low under her stomach but high on her hips, showing off her perfect ass.
The plain underwear would seem boring on any other woman, but on her, it appeared refined, classy even. Like she knew she needed nothing flashy or slutty to be sexy.
Jesus, how did she make something so boring seem so sinful? My cock twitched with interest. I wanted to bend her over in those little hip-hugging panties and see precisely how much of her full ass they exposed before pulling them aside to slide my cock into her tight virgin cunt.
I had thought that when I made her my little toy, I would make her wear the most scandalous underwear under her sweet little dresses. Just so her mother found them and knew that someone had defiled her. Now, I wasn’t so sure.
Maybe I would let her keep her sweet cotton panties. Maybe instead of leaving her mother a trail of crotchless underwear and push-up bras, I would just let her catch me in the act.