Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 81947 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81947 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
Breaking the kiss, I slipped my hand behind her neck and pushed her across the room to my desk. Applying pressure, I forced her to bend over it. “Playtime afterwards. Right now, it’s time for your punishment.”
She sprang up and ran to the other side of the desk. “The fuck it is.”
I picked up the riding crop and gestured toward her with it. “If you don’t take that dress off and bend your pretty little ass over this desk, there will be hell to pay.”
Casting her head about, she lunged to the right and snatched an Albarello, a Mongolian ceramic storage jar in muted blues and greens with a dragon motif.
My lips thinned. “Vivian, don’t you dare.”
She raised the jar over her head and demanded, “Back off and open that door.”
“Not a chance,” I growled back.
She launched the jar at my head. It smashed against the black marble fireplace.
Staring at the scattered shards, I glared back at her. “You’re lucky that was a reproduction, woman.”
Unfortunately, that was the only one, and an unintentional purchase, since I was led to believe it was real at the time. The rest of the Mongolian artifacts in my private office were priceless antiques, some dating back to the time of Chinggis Khan.
Before she could destroy anything else, I vaulted over the desk, knocking off the few items I kept on it, and reached for her.
Fuck the riding crop.
I wanted to feel her skin on my hand.
Snatching her around the waist, I raised her off her feet as I leaned back to sit in my high-backed executive chair. After laying her squirming form over my lap, I gripped the hem of her dress.
“Let me go, you big gorilla!”
My hand skimmed the back of her thigh as I pulled her dress over her ass to anchor it in the curved dip of her lower back. Rubbing my palm over the silk of her ivory panties, I dug my fingers into the fabric and tore them off.
Vivian braced her hands against the edge of the seat and lifted her torso up. Her hair was a wild tangle, half covering her face. “If you don’t let me go this instant—”
I raised an eyebrow. “You’ll what? Threaten to call the police again?”
My arm lifted as I watched her eyes widen.
“Var, don’t you dare even—”
I lowered it swiftly over her right cheek.
A satisfying thwack sound reverberated around the room seconds before she cried out.
My cock lengthened at the sound and the press of her stomach as she wiggled and writhed on my lap.
Before she could adjust to the pain, I spanked her left cheek, pleased to see her plump flesh vibrate and wobble under my hand.
Although both cheeks were a delicate pink, I wasn’t even close to being done.
I spanked each cheek two more times in rapid succession.
Vivian screamed and kicked her legs out. “You bastard! You’ll pay for this!”
I cocked my head to the side. “That doesn’t sound like an ‘I’m sorry’ to me.”
“Fuck you!”
Damn, this woman was fun.
Using my left forearm to keep her anchored on my lap, I continued to spank her bare ass, alternating between her cheeks and her upper thighs. After several more minutes, her creamy skin took on a bright cherry red glow.
I flipped her upright until I was cradling her in my arms. Reaching up, I cupped her jaw and swept at the tears on her cheeks with my thumb.
She sniffed. “I hate your guts.”
I chuckled. “Since that is probably as close to an apology as I’m going to get from you, I’ll take it.”
Her lower lip pushed out in a pout. “It wasn’t an apology. I did nothing wrong.”
“You were told to get on a plane and wait for me in Italy.”
“I was told to get on a plane by some random stranger who then claimed he was going to find me later with a million euros in tow. That’s bonkers.”
It was irrational and borderline psychopathic, but my anger rose at being called a stranger. I gripped her chin. “My cock has been inside of you. We’re not strangers.”
She placed her hands on my naked chest.
My cock lengthened even further at the touch of her cool, soft skin.
Her brow furrowed. “A one-night stand is literally called getting some strange.”
I shook my head. “You couldn’t possibly be this naïve.”
“What?”
“This isn’t a one-and-done thing, beautiful. I haven’t even begun to take what I want from you.”
Before she could object, I lifted her off my lap and onto my desk. She cried out when her sore bottom hit the hard, cold surface. Stretching her legs open, I wrapped my hands around her thighs.
She rose on her elbows and stared down her torso. “Wait! What are you doing?”
“Proving my point.”
My breath teased her sweet pussy.
Her hips shifted as she tried to slide back along the desk, away from my mouth.