Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 75705 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75705 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
“You won’t get away with this,” she said, getting to her feet.
“I already have,” I said, standing as well. “As your trustee, I decide what’s good for you. I decide what you deserve, and if you were smart, you would learn how to make the best of that.”
“Fuck you,” she spat at me.
“Your father really didn’t teach you any fucking manners, did he?” I moved around the desk, as she backed away from me.
CHAPTER 14
LUCIAN
She pressed against one of the built-in bookcases that lined my office.
When her back hit the wooden bookcase, I wrapped my hands around her throat and squeezed.
Not hard enough to restrict her breathing but hard enough that she would know I could.
“This is your life now, and if you’re going to be a little brat, I’ll treat you like one.”
“You wouldn’t,” she sneered.
I tightened my hand and ran the other one down her body to her plump little behind.
“There is no bailiff here who’s going to knock on the door.”
“I don’t care.” Anger burned behind her eyes, and I grabbed a handful of her ass, watching as her face crumpled in a wince of pain.
I knew my marks were still there.
“Are you going to be my good little girl?”
“Never,” she said, and I raised my hand and spanked her, pressing her mouth into my shoulder to muffle her screams.
I spanked her over her clothes three or four more times, feeling the thick fabric of the skirt and the leggings no doubt padding my strikes. But that didn’t matter. With the bruises I had left with the belt, she would feel every single one.
When I pulled her away from my shoulder, she was breathing heavily, tears leaked down her cheeks, and a flush of red went from her almost angelic face down her neck and disappeared under the low V-neck of her sweater.
I didn’t know what about that made her so fucking appealing.
The next thing I knew, my lips were pressed to hers, my tongue pushing between her teeth, exploring her mouth.
She could say she hated me all she wanted, but that didn’t change the fact that I could feel her body press into mine. Her hands rested on my shoulders while her fingers dug into my suit and held me closer.
Fuck, I had never been so hard so quickly in my life.
She pushed me back, and I let her. I wasn’t done with this fight any more than she was.
“I won’t be treated like this.”
I kept my hand wrapped around her throat and moved my thumb to tilt her chin up, making her face me. “You will be treated exactly how I decide you will be treated.”
“I don’t want to live here. I don’t want to be around you.”
“Fine,” I said, taking a step back and motioning towards the door. “Then leave. But you leave without a single cent. The only thing you will have are the clothes on your back.”
“But, you can’t—”
“If you choose not to stay here, then you are forfeiting everything. You can go live on the streets for all I care. I wonder what’s going to happen to a pretty thing like you when you try to sleep on a park bench. I hear Central Park can be a little dangerous at night, especially for a little girl like you, all alone in the world.”
“I can make my own way. I am not some helpless damsel in distress.”
“Oh?” I mocked her. “What are you going to do for money?”
“I’m sure I can find a job with—”
“With what? All of your experience? Do you think someone’s really going to hire some spoiled rich girl who lost her fortune? You weren’t raised to work. You were raised to make a lucrative marriage match—to someone like me.”
My body was still pressed to hers, pinning her against the bookshelf, and I leaned down, about to retake her sweet lips when she pushed up and kissed me.
I let her have control for a moment until she pushed me back again, and this time, she tried to slap me.
I caught her wrist mid-air and used it to flip her around, pressing her front against the bookcase and wedging my foot in between hers.
I kicked her legs out and then gripped both of her wrists in one hand.
“When will you learn that bad things happen to naughty girls that need to be punished?” I growled in her ear as I pressed my hard cock against her ass.
She tried to stop the shiver that ran down her spine, but it was easy to see. She was getting off on this as much as I was.
“Or maybe that’s what you like being?” I said. “Is that it, Stella? Do you want to be my bad girl? Does getting punished make your pussy wet? I bet I could strip you down now, bend you over my desk, and fuck you hard enough to make you scream my name.”