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)
I wasn’t done with her.
She wasn’t going to be leaving this bed again until I had my fill of her.
I slid her to the side before sitting up and untying the ropes holding my feet, then lay next to her, the frayed ropes still surrounding us.
“Olivia ...” I started, realizing I couldn’t keep her.
In fact, I needed to get her home before Luc thought I stole her again.
“Why can’t we?” Her voice was quiet.
“Why can’t we what?” I asked.
“Luc has his happily ever after. Why can’t I have mine? Why can’t I have you?” The way her bright eyes shone with tears made my chest ache.
I wanted to fix everything for her always. It was too late. I had already ruined our chances.
“Because your family hates me,” I said, turning onto my side and cupping her cheek, brushing away her tears with my thumb. “How would that even work? I would go up to your father and say, ‘Hey, remember me? I am the man who kidnapped and defiled your daughter and then sent you pictures of it, but now I want to marry her.”
She played with my chest hair as she sighed. “I am my own woman. You don’t need to ask my father for permission. What’s your next excuse?”
“Olivia, your family hates me.”
“Marksen, do you truly love me?” She grabbed my hand, holding it to her face as she nuzzled it.
“With everything I have,” I answered honestly. “I didn’t even know it was possible to feel like this.”
“Do you want to marry me? Tell the world that I belong to you and give me your last name?”
“Yes.”
“Do you want to fuck me every day for the rest of your life, make me your princess, or your dirty slut, and your good girl? Do you want to eventually have children with me?”
“Yes,” I growled out. Just the thought of her pregnant with my child made my dick harder.
“And what stands between a DuBois and what they want?” She smiled, knowing she’d made her point.
“Not a damn thing,” I answered with a growl before kissing her and rolling to my back, pulling her on top of me.
She didn’t know what she was getting into.
We would have a constant fight to be accepted by her family.
Luc and I were already getting ready to go to war.
We were supposed to be on the same side, but taking Olivia again, even with her consent, might change that.
She was worth the risk.
She was mine.
“Good.” She unhooked the bra she was wearing, exposing her tits to the cold air and my heated gaze. “Let me deal with my family. You just take what you want. And so will I.”
EPILOGUE
HARRISON
Slamming the taxi door shut, I loosened the ridiculous bolo tie with its ostentatious black diamond in the center I wore to avoid an argument with my mother. As if suffering through the Denim and Diamonds-themed event hadn’t been enough.
With a nod to the overnight guard, I swiped my ID through the card reader and pushed the handle on the ballistic-rated glass door to enter the darkened labyrinth of cubicles and offices. Even without the muted security lighting I would know my way blindfolded. The dubious badge of honor of a workaholic who spent countless nights eating dinner out of a Chinese take-out box and sleeping on an expensive but hard-as-fuck leather office sofa.
The irony that I was worth billions, had a luxurious penthouse, and my own floor in my family’s mansion on Seventieth Street all at my disposal was not lost on me every time I ruined a bespoke Italian jacket by rolling it up and using it as a pillow.
Money didn’t matter to me.
This city. My work as a district attorney.
Having a purpose, protecting the weak, upholding the rule of law, were what mattered to me.
Until recently, that meant focusing on the scum of the earth, the lowlife criminal element.
Now it meant my own mother.
While her behaving like a cold-blooded reptile capable of eating her young was not a surprise, the psychopathic disregard she displayed for instigating a rivalry between the Manwarrings and DuBois that could have burned the fucking city down was alarming.
As was her still unknown ties to the Irish mob.
Shouldering through the final oak-paneled door which led to the executive corridor to my office, I considered my options.
Anything remotely public was obviously out. As was assuming she would cooperate with my investigation into the mob’s activities. If being the cause of traumatizing an innocent woman in a dangerous kidnapping plot hadn’t swayed her, nothing would. She had almost ruined Amelia’s life. Had come damn near close to destroying poor Olivia’s. If I didn’t act fast to stop her, my baby sister Rose would be next.