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)
She brought this on herself.
I wasn’t a fool.
I had heard the whispers when I started working for my father.
It was a family business.
Of course, he hired family.
Because nepotism was expected and tolerated didn’t mean there weren’t jealous men who said I didn’t earn my place, that I was handed everything.
Like any other man in my position, I ignored the gossip. They didn’t know what I had done to get to where I was. They would never understand how hard I had to work. They may have exceeded their parents’ expectations by rising to the top, but by doing the same, I barely met the bar my father had set.
I had earned every single bit of that company, and I had to fight twice as hard to keep it. Shit coming from the mouths of men who couldn’t hack it was to be expected.
Weak men always blamed others for doing what they couldn’t.
Hearing those words come out of Olivia’s mouth, however, was another story entirely.
Having her look down on me, belittling my work, made something in me snap.
Maybe it was because her brother did the same, or maybe it was because I had started to feel guilty about what I was doing to her.
Either way, her outburst was enough to remind me who she was.
I pulled the shirt she wore up and hooked it over my hand, the one that pinned her wrist to the middle of her back, holding her in place.
She had no idea what she was talking about.
I may not have started my family business, but I was going to take it further than anyone had ever dreamed. The digital age was changing the way business was done, and under my care, DuBois Investments was not only going to withstand the changes, but it would also flourish. We would be the name at the cutting edge of everything, not one of the many firms destined to go the way of the dinosaurs.
And this little princess had the audacity to think she was better than me?
My hand came down on her pert little ass and she shrieked, not in pain, but in rage.
She screamed out her fury as she twisted under my hands.
I spanked her again, letting out my hatred of her brother, her entitlement, and the fucking audacity that was apparently a dominant trait in the Manwarring bloodline.
“Let go of me,” Olivia demanded. Her face turned a deep red color; pretty soon, her ass was going to match.
“You think that you can just do whatever the fuck you want?” I swatted her again. “That the rules don’t apply to you, princess?”
“Let me go, now,” she yelled.
“No, you acted like a brat. I’m going to treat you like one.” I continued the spanking, each slap growing in intensity. “I tried to be reasonable. I was going to let you out of this with only your reputation in tatters, but not now. Now, I am going to make all of this hurt. You think just because your last name is Manwarring you get to treat the whole world like your playground.”
“Said the man who kidnapped me, then fucked me in his shower like a toy,” she screeched.
I spanked her harder, over and over, although being careful not to hit the same exact place twice in a row. I was angry, but not a sadist.
Her ass was warm to the touch and glowed from my punishment.
I wasn’t sure when, but she’d stopped yelling at me and was sobbing instead.
For a moment, I was worried I had pushed her too far until I noticed the damp feeling on my thigh.
I laid my hand on her warmed skin and then felt between her thighs.
She was soaking wet for me.
She may hate me, but it was clear she loved the way I made her feel.
“Why do you make me do this to you?” I asked, pushing my fingers inside her.
Her quiet cries turned to moans.
“Why can’t you just be my good girl? Be my obedient little princess while you are here, and I could be so good to you.”
“Why would I?” She hiccupped, but her hips moved to grind against my fingers. “You don’t want me.”
“And what gave you that impression?”
“You want Amelia. You’re doing all this because Luc took Amelia.”
“No, princess. This”—I pushed my finger in deeper— “is because your arrogant brother thinks he can mess with other people’s business, betray friends, and get away with it unscathed. This”—I then pulled it free and swatted her ass again, making her jump— “is because you started throwing and breaking shit like a toddler. And this”—I thrust my fingers in her again, then pressed down, dragging my fingers over her G-spot— “is because you want it.”
“Fuck you,” she spat.
“Oh, does the little princess need me to wash her mouth out with my cock, too?” I said it as a tease, but fuck, that sounded good.