Unwillingly His – Gilded Decadence Read Online Zoe Blake, Alta Hensley

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Dark, Forbidden Tags Authors: ,
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Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 75705 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
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“You’re disgusting.” Her voice was shaking with need.

She probably lied to herself and assumed it was anger, belying how her ass pushed into my hips.

“Maybe, but you like it. What does that make you, I wonder? You can lie to me all you want, but your body tells me how much you want me. Maybe next time you misbehave, I won’t just spank you. I’ll put you on your knees and show you exactly how a good girl behaves. You’d probably like that too, wouldn’t you? I bet your cunt is dripping wet thinking about my cock going deep into your throat. You’ll look so pretty with your golden eyes staring up at me while you swallow my cock.”

“You don’t get to control my life.”

I had to bite back laughter. She couldn’t deny the dirty things I was whispering into her ear, so she tried to change the fucking subject.

“Watch me.”

“No, you’re not my father. You can’t⁠—”

“Oh, sweet little brat. I have no interest in becoming your father.”

I whipped her around and picked her up, throwing her over my shoulder and caressing her ass before leaving another sharp swat that made her cry out. “I, however, will be your husband.”

CHAPTER 15

STELLA

“You can’t do this!” I screeched, trying to break free from the hold he had over my legs.

His arm was like a bar holding my thighs to his chest as his shoulder dug into my stomach.

I was trying to claw at his back through the suit that he was wearing, or kick him, anything. It was pointless.

I didn’t see a single maid or butler or anyone in the hallways. They must have heard the commotion and avoided facing it.

The fucking cowards wouldn’t even stand up to their boss when he was doing something they knew was so wrong.

“You can’t do this!” I yelled again, slamming my fist down on his back.

“Watch me,” he said with a dark laugh before he slapped my ass again. The sharp sting sent a shock of pleasure up my spine, and I had to bite my lip to stop myself from groaning.

I hated how much I loved the way that made me feel.

“Why are you doing this to me?” I cried, trying to kick harder until he moved his arm from the back of my thigh down to my ankles, making it impossible for me to kick and also, at the same time, making me feel very unsteady on his shoulder.

I had to grab the sides of his suit jacket to keep from falling.

“Because you like it,” he growled. “Isn’t that right, baby girl?”

“No, let me go.” I said the words that I knew I should say, even if it wasn’t the way I felt.

Disgust, revulsion, and hatred should have been burning their way through my veins. Instead, it was something much different giving me this incredible warmth. I didn’t want to name it.

If I named what I was feeling, then there was no way I could lie to myself about it.

It may have been denial, but I was going to hold on to it with everything I had.

“You want me to let you go? Fine.” He pulled me from his shoulder and threw me on a large bed with a firm mattress and the most incredibly thick goose-down comforter I have ever been on.

Before I could get up, he grabbed my ankles, pulled me across the black duvet towards him, and pulled off my shoes, tossing them to the other side of the room.

“You can’t do this,” I said again. I felt stupid repeating the same things over and over, like somehow it was going to change something. I knew it wouldn’t.

Deep down, I didn’t want it to change anything.

This was going to happen.

I knew this was going to happen.

I wanted this to happen.

I just didn’t want to want it to happen.

“I’ll make you a deal, baby girl. If I pull down your tights and your little pussy isn’t dripping wet for me, begging for my cock, then I’ll let you go. I’ll set you up in one of the spare rooms, and I’ll let you stay there unbothered.”

“What?” There was no way he meant that. He couldn’t have meant that.

“No? You don’t want to take our wager? Is that because you’re as wet as I think you are?”

“Let me go,” I said again.

“Sure, if your pussy is dry, and your body isn’t begging for release, then absolutely.”

He didn’t wait any longer.

He reached under my skirt, grabbed the top of my tights, and ripped them off.

“Please,” I said. “Don’t.” I couldn’t remember why I was fighting him.

The way his hands ran from my ankle up my thighs, leaving the most delicious trail of heat, I didn’t want him to stop.

I wanted him to make all of me burn, to chase away the cold, and banish it. I wanted to feel warm and alive again. His touch made me feel that.



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