Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 44746 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 224(@200wpm)___ 179(@250wpm)___ 149(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44746 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 224(@200wpm)___ 179(@250wpm)___ 149(@300wpm)
“So what?” I ask him. “What does that have to do with Claude?”
He stops inches from me. I can see the tension in him, the anger… and the hunger. It’s there again, blazing in his eyes.
The hunger I’ve been waiting for.
He sighs and reaches out, gently stroking my cheek. “Power here is wielded like a cudgel,” he says, his voice nearly a whisper. “Image and appearance is everything. Sending a low employee to deal with someone suggests they aren’t important. Showing up on your own, however, shows that you matter. To people here, all of this means something. It’s a great game and now we’re in the middle of it.”
I bite my lip, slowly understanding, as he grasps my hair again, making me groan. I feel a thrill run up my spine. I’ve been waiting for this, waiting for this touch. I love it, the way he grabs my hair and holds me tight, controlling me, dominating me.
“So sending Claude was an insult,” I whisper.
“An insult, maybe. I’m not sure what it means yet, but it’s not good. We need to figure out what’s going on and quickly.” He leans forward, lips brushing my cheek and ear. “I need you, Paige.”
“Yes?” I whisper back.
“I need your help. I need… all of you.”
I can hear the hunger in his voice.
“I’ll do whatever you want.”
“Good girl.” He pulls back and kisses me gently before turning me and pushing me over toward the bar. It’s up against the far wall, oiled wood gleaming.
I groan and put my hands on its surface and he leans his body against mine. He kisses my neck and I feel him hike my skirt up over my hips. I gasp, his hands on my ass, on my legs, his lips against my neck.
“I need you, Paige,” he growls. “My little Paige. Don’t let them seduce you with this fancy bullshit.”
I feel him spank me hard. I gasp, writhing my hips against him.
“Don’t let them seduce you with this empty beautiful nothing.” He spanks me again and again. “You know what’s real, don’t you?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I moan. I’m ringing with desire, my ass stinging and red under his palm, my hair pulled back and my body tense. I’m dancing on the edge, waiting for him, needing it.
The volcano inside of me wants to break free and erupt. Needs to do it, needs it now.
“That’s right. This is what’s real, right here. My hands on your skin, the pain that tingles up your spine, and the pleasure… the pleasure you want so badly.”
“Oh, god,” I whisper as he kisses my neck so gently, so softly. I feel him grip my ass again. I feel him press closer.
“This is real, my darling little Paige. Can you give yourself to me? Can you help me here?”
“Anything you want, Daddy,” I moan.
And I know he’s feeling it too. I know he’s just as close to bursting as I am. I can hear it in his voice, sense it in his muscles.
God, I can’t help it any longer.
I turn around and face him. His eyes spark and he pulls my hair, but when I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him, he pulls me tight against his chest and kisses me back.
12
Leon
This trip is already a fucking mess. I can sense that something’s wrong… something’s rotten.
I felt it the second Maxime called me. I felt it the moment he said the royalty were dragging their feet. He made promises, swore he could get them on board, and now…
This.
Now I’m in a foreign country and I know it’s all crumbling around me. Years of work, of effort. This was going to be my crowning achievement. Build a hotel where it’s almost impossible to build, where nobody gets to bring anything new, much less an outsider.
I was going to break into this world and leave my mark forever.
Maybe that makes me vain. Maybe I have an ego. Fucking hell, I can admit it. I’m not a perfect man and building these hotels has been my life’s work so far. I’ve been good at it, damn good at it. I want to be the best before I’m through.
And now it’s a mess. Now it’s crumbling around me.
Except…
Except I just don’t give a damn.
That’s the most insane part of this. I just don’t care that I’m about to lose one of the biggest deals of my life, if not the biggest. I should be an angry mess, breaking down doors, breaking legs and arms if I have to, but instead…
I just don’t care. It just doesn’t matter.
I have Paige in my arms and that’s all I can see.
I never felt like this before. Work always came first, always was the most important thing in my life. I’ve had women, plenty of women, but not a single one of them ever made me stop thinking about my work.